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Dickens, Charles

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A Tael of Too Sitys
Charles Dickens
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A Tael
of Too
Sitys

bi
CHARLES
DICKENS
NELSON DOUBLEDAY, INC.
Garden Sity, Nue York
Printed in th Uenieted Staets of
America


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CONTENTS
BUUK TH FERST -- RECALLD TO LIEF

 

CHAPTER I Th Peeriod 9

CHAPTER II Th Mael 12

CHAPTER III Th Niet Shadoes 17

CHAPTER IV Th Preparaeshun 21

CHAPTER V Th Wien-shop 32

CHAPTER VI Th Shoomaeker 42

BUUK TH SECOND -- TH GOELDEN THRED

CHAPTER I Fiev Yeers Laeter 55

CHAPTER II A Siet 61

CHAPTER III A Disapointment 67

CHAPTER IV Congrachulatory 79

CHAPTER V Th Jakal 85

CHAPTER VI Hundreds of Peepl 90

CHAPTER VII Monseigneur in Toun 101

CHAPTER VIII Monseigneur in th Cuntry 109

CHAPTER IX Th Gorgon's Hed 114

CHAPTER X Too Promises 124

CHAPTER XI A Companyon Pikcher 132

CHAPTER XII Th Felo of Delicasy 136

CHAPTER XIII Th Felo of no Delicasy 142

CHAPTER XIV Th Onest Traedzman 146


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CHAPTER XV Niting 156

CHAPTER XVI Stil Niting 166

CHAPTER XVII Wun Niet 176

CHAPTER XVIII Nien Daes 181

CHAPTER XIX An Opinyon 187

CHAPTER XX A Plee 194

CHAPTER XXI Ekoeing Fuutsteps 197

CHAPTER XXII Th See stil Riezes 208

CHAPTER XXIII Fier Riezes 213

CHAPTER XXIV Drawn to th Loedstoen Rok 219

BUUK TH THERD -- TH TRAK OF A
STORM

CHAPTER I In Seecret 233

CHAPTER II Th Griendstoen 243

CHAPTER III Th Shado 249

CHAPTER IV Caam in Storm 254

CHAPTER V Th Wuud-sawyer 259

CHAPTER VI Trieumf 265

CHAPTER VII A Nok at th Dor 271

CHAPTER VIII A Hand at Cards 276

CHAPTER IX Th Gaem Maed 287

CHAPTER X Th Substans of th Shado 299

CHAPTER XI Dusk 312

CHAPTER XII Darknes 316

CHAPTER XIII Fifty-too 324

CHAPTER XIV Th Niting Dun 335

CHAPTER XV Th Fuutsteps die out For ever 346


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Buuk 1

BUUK TH FERST -- RECALLD TO

LIEF


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TH

PEERIOD

   IT WAS th best of tiems, it was th werst of tiems, it was th aej of wizdom, it was th aej of foolishnes, it was th epok of beleef, it was th epok of increduelity, it was th seezon of Liet, it was th seezon of Darknes, it was th spring of hoep, it was th winter of despair, we had evrything befor us, we had nuthing befor us, we wer all going direct to Heven, we wer all going direct th uther wae -- in short, th peeriod was so far liek th prezent peeriod, that sum of its noisiest authoritys insisted on its being reseevd, for guud or for eevil, in th superlativ degree of comparrison oenly.

   Thair wer a king with a larj jaw and a qeen with a plaen faes, on th throen of England; thair wer a king with a larj jaw and a qeen with a fair faes, on th throen of France. In boeth cuntrys it was cleerer than cristal to th lords of th Staet prezervs of loevs and fishes, that things in jeneral wer setld for ever.

   It was th yeer of Our Lord wun thouzand seven hundred and seventy- fiev. Spirichual revelaeshuns wer conseeded to England at that favoured peeriod, as at this. Mrs. Southcott had reesently ataend her fiev-and- twentyeth blesed berthdae, of hoom a profetic prievet in th Lief Gards had herralded th subliem apeerans bi anounsing that araenjments wer maed for th swoloeing up of London and Westminster. Eeven th Cok-laen goest had bin laed oenly a round duzen of yeers, after raping out its mesejes, as th spirits of this verry yeer last past (supernaturally defishent in orijinality) rapt out theirs. Meer mesejes in th erthly order of events had laetly cum to th English Croun and Peepl, frum a conggres of British subjects in America:


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which, straenj to relaet, hav proovd mor important to th hueman raes than eny comuenicaeshuns yet reseevd thru eny of th chikens of th Cok-laen brood.

   France, les favoured on th hoel as to maters spirichual than her sister of th sheeld and triedent, roeld with exseeding smoothnes doun hil, maeking paeper muny and spending it. Under th giedans of her Christian pastors, she entertaend herself, besieds, with such huemaen acheevments as sentensing a yooth to hav his hands cut off, his tung torn out with pincers, and his body bernd aliev, becauz he had not neeld doun in th raen to do onor to a derty proseshun of munks which past within his vue, at a distans of sum fifty or sixty yards. It is liekly enuf that, rooted in th wuuds of France and Norway, thair wer groeing trees, when that suferer was puut to deth, allredy markt bi th Wuudman, Faet, to cum doun and be sawn into bords, to maek a serten moovabl fraemwerk with a sak and a nief in it, terribl in history. It is liekly enuf that in th ruf outhouzes of sum tilers of th hevy lands ajaesent to Paris, thair wer shelterd frum th wether that verry dae, rood carts, bespattered with rustic mier, snuft about bi pigs, and roosted in bi poeltry, which th Farmer, Deth, had allredy set apart to be his tumbrels of th Revolooshun. But that Wuudman and that Farmer, tho thae werk unseesingly, werk sielently, and no wun herd them as thae went about with mufld tred: th rather, forasmuch as to entertaen eny suspishun that thae wer awaek, was to be atheistical and traetorius.

   In England, thair was scairsly an amount of order and protecshun to justifi much nashunal boesting. Dairing berglarys bi armd men, and hiewae roberys, tuuk plaes in th capital itself evry niet; familys wer publicly caushund not to go out of toun without remooving thair fernicher to upholsterers' wairhouses for secuerity; th hiewaeman in th dark was a Sity traedzman in th liet, and, being recogniezd and chalenjd bi his felo-traedzman hoom he stopt in his carracter of "th Capten," gallantly shot him thru th hed and roed awae; th mall was waelaed bi seven robers, and th gard shot three ded, and then got shot ded himself bi th uther foer, "in conseqens of th faeluer of his amuenishun:" after which th mall was robd in pees; that magnifisent poetentaet, th Lord Maeor of London, was maed to stand and deliver on Turnham Green, bi wun hiewaeman, hoo despoild th ilustrius creecher in siet of all his retinue; prizoners in London gaols faut batls with thair turnkeys, and th majesty


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of th law fierd blunderbusses in amung them, loeded with rounds of shot and ball; theevs snipt off diemond crosses frum th neks of noebl lords at Cort drawing-rooms; musketeers went into St. Giles's, to serch for contraband guuds, and th mob fierd on th musketeers, and th musketeers fierd on th mob, and noebody thaut eny of thees ocurenses much out of th comon wae. In th midst of them, th hangman, ever bizy and ever wers than uesles, was in constant reqizishun; now, stringing up long roes of miselaenius criminals; now, hanging a housebreaker on Saturday hoo had bin taeken on Tuesday; now, berning peepl in th hand at Newgate bi th duzen, and now berning pamflets at th dor of Westminster Hall; to-dae, taeking th lief of an atroeshus merderer, and to-morro of a reched pilferer hoo had robd a farmer's boi of sixpence.

   All thees things, and a thouzand liek them, caem to pas in and cloes upon th deer oeld yeer wun thouzand seven hundred and seventy-fiev. Environed bi them, whiel th Wuudman and th Farmer werkt unheeded, thoes too of th larj jaws, and thoes uther too of th plaen and th fair faeses, trod with ster enuf, and carryd thair divien riets with a hi hand. Thus did th yeer wun thouzand seven hundred and seventy-fiev conduct thair Greatnesses, and myriads of small creechers -- th creechers of this cronicl amung th rest -- along th roeds that lae befor them.


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TH MAEL

   IT WAS th Dover roed that lae, on a Friday niet laet in November, befor th ferst of th persons with hoom this history has biznes. Th Dover roed lae, as to him, beyond th Dover mael, as it lumberd up Shooter's Hil. He waukt up hil in th mier bi th sied of th mael, as th rest of th pasenjers did; not becauz thae had th leest relish for wauking exersiez, under th sercumstanses, but becauz th hil, and th harnes, and th mud, and th mael, wer all so hevy, that th horses had three tiems allredy cum to a stop, besieds wuns drawing th coech across th roed, with th muetinus intent of taeking it bak to Blackheath. Raens and whip and coechman and gard, however, in combinaeshun, had reed that articl of wor which forbaed a perpos utherwiez strongly in faevor of th arguement, that sum broot animals ar endued with Reezon; and th teem had capichulaeted and reternd to thair duety.

   With drooping heds and tremuelus taels, thae masht thair wae thru th thik mud, floundering and stumbling between whiles, as if thae wer falling to peeses at th larjer joints. As offen as th driever rested them and braut them to a stand, with a wairy "Wo-ho! so-ho- then!" th neer leeder vieolently shuuk his hed and evrything upon it -- liek an unuezhualy emfatic hors, denieing that th coech cuud be got up th hil. Whenever th leeder maed this ratl, th pasenjer started, as a nervus pasenjer miet, and was disterbd in miend.

   Thair was a steeming mist in all th holoes, and it had roemd in its forlornness up th hil, liek an eevil spirit, seeking rest and fiending nun. A clamy and intensly coeld mist, it maed its slo wae thru th air in ripls that vizibly foloed and oeverspred wun anuther, as


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th waevs of an unhoelsum see miet do. It was dens enuf to shut out evrything frum th liet of th coech-lamps but thees its oen werkings, and a fue yards of roed; and th reek of th labouring horses steemd into it, as if thae had maed it all.

   Too uther pasenjers, besieds th wun, wer ploding up th hil bi th sied of th mael. All three wer rapt to th cheekboens and oever th eers, and wor jak-boots. Not wun of th three cuud hav sed, frum enything he saw, whut eether of th uther too was liek; and eech was hiden under allmoest as meny rapers frum th ies of th miend, as frum th ies of th body, of his too companyons. In thoes daes, travelers wer verry shi of being confidenshal on a short noetis, for enybody on th roed miet be a rober or in leeg with robers. As to th later, when evry posting-hous and ael-hous cuud produes sumbody in "th Captain's" pae, raenjing frum th landlord to th loeest staebl non- descript, it was th likeliest thing upon th cards. So th gard of th Dover mael thaut to himself, that Friday niet in November, wun thouzand seven hundred and seventy-fiev, lumbering up Shooter's Hil, as he stuud on his oen particuelar perch behiend th mael, beeting his feet, and keeping an ie and a hand on th arm-chest befor him, wherr a loeded blunderbus lae at th top of six or aet loeded hors-pistols, depozited on a substratum of cutlas.

   Th Dover mael was in its uezhual jeenial pozishun that th gard suspected th pasenjers, th pasenjers suspected wun anuther and th gard, thae all suspected evrybody els, and th coechman was shur of nuthing but th horses; as to which catl he cuud with a cleer conshens hav taeken his oeth on th too Testaments that thae wer not fit for th jerny.

   "Wo-ho!" sed th coechman. "So, then! Wun mor puul and U'r at th top and be damd to U, for I hav had trubl enuf to get U to it! -- Joe!"

   "Halloa!" th gard replied.

   "Whut o'clok do U maek it, Joe?"

   "Ten minits, guud, past eleven."

   "Mi blud!" ejacuelaeted th vext coechman, "and not atop of Shooter's yet! Tst! Yah! Get on with U! "

   Th emfatic hors, cut short bi th whip in a moest desieded negativ, maed a desieded scrambl for it, and th three uther horses foloed soot. Wuns mor, th Dover mael strugld on, with th jak-boots of its pasenjers sqoshing along bi its sied. Thae had stopt when th coech


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stopt, and thae kept cloes cumpany with it. If eny wun of th three had had th hardyhuud to propoez to anuther to wauk on a litl ahed into th mist and darknes, he wuud hav puut himself in a fair wae of geting shot instantly as a hiewaeman.

   Th last berst carryd th mael to th sumit of th hil. Th horses stopt to breeth agen, and th gard got doun to skid th wheel for th desent, and oepen th coech-dor to let th pasenjers in.

   "Tst! Joe!" cried th coechman in a worning vois, luuking doun frum his box.

   "Whut do U sae, Tom?"

   Thae boeth lisend.

   "I sae a hors at a canter cuming up, Joe."

   "I sae a hors at a galop, Tom," reternd th gard, leeving his hoeld of th dor, and mounting nimbly to his plaes. "Jentlmen! In th kings naem, all of U!"

   With this heryd ajuraeshun, he cokt his blunderbus, and stuud on th ofensiv.

   Th pasenjer buukt bi this history, was on th coech-step, geting in; th too uther pasenjers wer cloes behiend him, and about to folo. He remaend on th step, haf in th coech and haf out of; thae remaend in th roed belo him. Thae all luukt frum th coechman to th gard, and frum th gard to th coechman, and lisend. Th coechman luukt bak and th gard luukt bak, and eeven th emfatic leeder prikt up his eers and luukt bak, without contradicting.

   Th stilnes conseqent on th sesaeshun of th rumbling and labouring of th coech, aded to th stilnes of th niet, maed it verry qieet indeed. Th panting of th horses comuenicaeted a tremuelus moeshun to th coech, as if it wer in a staet of ajitaeshun. Th harts of th pasenjers beet loud enuf perhaps to be herd; but at eny raet, th qieet pauz was audibly expresiv of peepl out of breth, and hoelding th breth, and having th pulses qikend bi expectaeshun.

   Th sound of a hors at a galop caem fast and fueriusly up th hil.

   "So-ho!" th gard sang out, as loud as he cuud ror. "Yo thair! Stand! I shal fier!"

   Th paes was sudenly chekt, and, with much splashing and floundering, a man's vois calld frum th mist, "Is that th Dover mael?"

   "Never U miend whut it is!" th gard retorted. "Whut ar U?"

   "Is that th Dover mael?"

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   "I wont a pasenjer, if it is."

   "Whut pasenjer?"

   "Mr. Jarvis Lory."

   Our buukt pasenjer shoed in a moement that it was his naem. Th gard, th coechman, and th too uther pasenjers ied him distrustfuly.

   "Keep wherr U ar," th gard calld to th vois in th mist, "becauz, if I shuud maek a mistaek, it cuud never be set riet in yur lieftiem. Jentlman of th naem of Lory anser straet."

   "Whut is th mater?" askt th pasenjer, then, with mieldly qaevering speech. "Hoo wonts me? Is it Jerry?"

   ("I don't liek Jerry's vois, if it is Jerry," grould th gard to himself. "He's hoarser than soots me, is Jerry.")

   "Yes, Mr. Lory."

   "Whut is th mater?"

   "A despach sent after U frum oever yonder. T. and Co."

   "I noe this mesenjer, gard," sed Mr. Lory, geting doun into th roed-asisted frum behiend mor swiftly than polietly bi th uther too pasenjers, hoo imeedyetly scrambld into th coech, shut th dor, and puuld up th windo. "He mae cum cloes; thair's nuthing rong."

   "I hoep thair ain't, but I can't maek so 'nation shur of that," sed th gard, in gruf soliloqy. "Hallo U!"

   "Wel! And hallo U!" sed Jerry, mor horsly than befor.

   "Cum on at a footpace! d'ye miend me? And if U'v got holsters to that sadl o' yourn, don't let me see yur hand go ni 'em. For I'm a devil at a qik mistaek, and when I maek wun it taeks th form of Leed. So now let's luuk at U."

   Th figuers of a hors and rieder caem sloely thru th eddying mist, and caem to th sied of th mael, wherr th pasenjer stuud. Th rieder stoopt, and, casting up his ies at th gard, handed th pasenjer a small foelded paeper. Th rider's hors was bloen, and boeth hors and rieder wer cuverd with mud, frum th huufs of th hors to th hat of th man.

   "Gard!" sed th pasenjer, in a toen of qieet biznes confidens.

   Th wochful gard, with his riet hand at th stok of his raezd blunderbus, his left at th barrel, and his ie on th horsman, anserd curtly, "Ser."

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must noe Tellson's Bank in London. I am going to Paris on biznes. A croun to drink. I mae reed this?"

   "If so be as U'r qik, ser."

   He oepend it in th liet of th coech-lamp on that sied, and reed -- ferst to himself and then aloud: "'wait at Dover for Mam'selle.' It's not long, U see, gard. Jerry, sae that mi anser was, RECALLD TO LIEF."

   Jerry started in his sadl. "That's a Blaezing straenj anser, too," sed he, at his hoarsest.

   "Taek that mesej bak, and thae wil noe that I reseevd this, as wel as if I roet. Maek th best of yur wae. Guud niet."

   With thoes werds th pasenjer oepend th coech-dor and got in; not at all asisted bi his felo-pasenjers, hoo had expedishusly secreeted thair woches and perses in thair boots, and wer now maeking a jeneral preetens of being asleep. With no mor definit perpos than to escaep th hazard of orijinaeting eny uther kiend of acshun.

   Th coech lumberd on agen, with hevyer reeths of mist cloezing round it as it began th desent. Th gard soon replaest his blunderbus in his arm-chest, and, having luukt to th rest of its contents, and having luukt to th suplementary pistols that he wor in his belt, luukt to a smaller chest beneeth his seet, in which thair wer a fue smith's tools, a cupl of torches, and a tinder-box. For he was fernisht with that compleetnes that if th coech-lamps had bin bloen and stormd out, which did ocaezhunaly hapen, he had oenly to shut himself up insied, keep th flint and steel sparks wel off th straw, and get a liet with tolerabl saefty and eez (if he wer luky) in fiev minits.

   "Tom!" sofftly oever th coech roof.

   "Hallo, Joe."

   "Did U heer th mesej?"

   "I did, Joe."

   "Whut did U maek of it, Tom?"

   "Nuthing at all, Joe."

   "That's a coeinsidens, too," th gard muezd, "for I maed th saem of it mieself."

   Jerry, left aloen in th mist and darknes, dismounted meenwhiel, not oenly to eez his spent hors, but to wiep th mud frum his faes, and shaek th wet out of his hat-brim, which miet be caepabl of hoelding about haf a galon. After standing with th briedl oever his hevily- splasht arm, until th wheels of th mael wer no longger within heering and th niet was qiet stil agen, he ternd to wauk doun th hil.


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   "After that thair galop frum Templ Bar, oeld laedy, I woen't trust yur for-legs til I get U on th level," sed this hors mesenjer, glansing at his mair. "'recalled to lief.' That's a Blaezing straenj mesej. Much of that wuudn't do for U, Jerry! I sae, Jerry! U'd be in a Blaezing bad wae, if recalling to lief was to cum into fashun, Jerry!"

TH NIET SHADOES

   A WUNDERFUL FACT to reflect upon, that evry hueman creecher is constitueted to be that profound seecret and mistery to evry uther. A solem consideraeshun, when I enter a graet sity bi niet, that evry wun of thoes darkly clusterd houses encloezes its oen seecret; that evry room in evry wun of them encloezes its oen seecret; that evry beeting hart in th hundreds of thouzands of brests thair, is, in sum of its imajinings, a seecret to th hart neerest it! Sumthing of th aufulnes, eeven of Deth itself, is referable to this. No mor can I tern th leevs of this deer buuk that I luvd, and vaenly hoep in tiem to reed it all. No mor can I luuk into th depths of this unfathomabl wauter, wherrin, as moementairy liets glanst into it, I hav had glimpses of berryd trezher and uther things submerjd. It was apointed that th buuk shuud shut with a spring, for ever and for ever, when I had reed but a paej. It was apointed that th wauter shuud be lokt in an eternal frost, when th liet was plaeing on its serfis, and I stuud in ignorans on th shor. Mi frend is ded, mi naebor is ded, mi luv, th darling of mi soel, is ded; it is th inexorabl consolidaeshun and perpechuaeshun of th seecret that was allwaes in that indivijuality, and which I shal carry in mien to mi life's end. In


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eny of th berrial-plaeses of this sity thru which I pas, is thair a sleeper mor inscrootabl than its bizy inhabitants ar, in thair inermoest personality, to me, or than I am to them?

   As to this, his nacheral and not to be aelianaeted inherritans, th mesenjer on horsbak had exactly th saem pozeshuns as th King, th ferst Minister of Staet, or th richest merchant in London. So with th three pasenjers shut up in th narro compas of wun lumbering oeld mael coech; thae wer misterys to wun anuther, as compleet as if eech had bin in his oen coech and six, or his oen coech and sixty, with th bredth of a county between him and th next.

   Th mesenjer roed bak at an eezy trot, stoping prity offen at ael- houses bi th wae to drink, but evincing a tendensy to keep his oen counsel, and to keep his hat cokt oever his ies. He had ies that asorted verry wel with that decoraeshun, being of a serfis blak, with no depth in th colour or form, and much too neer together -- as if thae wer afraed of being found out in sumthing, singgly, if thae kept too far apart. Thae had a sinister expreshun, under an oeld cokt-hat liek a three-cornerd spitoon, and oever a graet mufler for th chin and throet, which desended neerly to th wearer's nees. When he stopt for drink, he moovd this mufler with his left hand, oenly whiel he pord his likor in with his riet; as soon as that was dun, he mufld agen.

   "No, Jerry, no!" sed th mesenjer, harping on wun theem as he roed. "It wuudn't do for U, Jerry. Jerry, U onest traedzman, it wuudn't soot yur lien of biznes! Recalld -- ! Bust me if I don't think he'd bin a drinking!"

   His mesej perplext his miend to that degree that he was faen, several tiems, to taek off his hat to scrach his hed. Exsept on th croun, which was raggedly balld, he had stif, blak hair, standing jagedly all oever it, and groeing doun hil allmoest to his braud, blunt noez. It was so liek Smith's werk, so much mor liek th top of a strongly spiekt wall than a hed of hair, that th best of plaeers at leep-frog miet hav decliend him, as th moest daenjerus man in th werld to go oever.

   Whiel he troted bak with th mesej he was to deliver to th niet wochman in his box at th dor of Tellson's Bank, bi Templ Bar, hoo was to deliver it to graeter authoritys within, th shadoes of th niet tuuk such shaeps to him as aroez out of th mesej, and tuuk such shaeps to th mair as aroez out of her prievet topics of uneezynes. Thae seemd to be nuemerus, for she shied at evry shado on th roed.


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   Whut tiem, th mael-coech lumberd, jolted, ratld, and bumpt upon its tecdius wae, with its three felo-inscrutables insied. To hoom, liekwiez, th shadoes of th niet reveeld themselvs, in th forms thair doezing ies and waandering thauts sugjested.

   Tellson's Bank had a run upon it in th mael. As th bank pasenjer -- with an arm drawn thru th lethern strap, which did whut lae in it to keep him frum pounding agenst th next pasenjer, and drieving him into his corner, whenever th coech got a speshal joelt -- noded in his plaes, with haf-shut ies, th litl coech-windoes, and th coech-lamp dimly gleeming thru them, and th bulky bundl of opozit pasenjer, becaem th bank, and did a graet stroek of biznes. Th ratl of th harnes was th chink of muny, and mor drafts wer onord in fiev minits than eeven Tellson's, with all its forin and hoem conecshun, ever paed in thries th tiem. Then th strong-rooms underground, at Tellson's, with such of thair valueabl stors and seecrets as wer noen to th pasenjer (and it was not a litl that he nue about them), oepend befor him, and he went in amung them with th graet kees and th feebly-berning candl, and found them saef, and strong, and sound, and stil, just as he had last seen them.

   But, tho th bank was allmoest allwaes with him, and tho th coech (in a confuezd wae, liek th prezens of paen under an oepiaet) was allwaes with him, thair was anuther curent of impreshun that never seest to run, all thru th niet. He was on his wae to dig sum wun out of a graev.

   Now, which of th multitued of faeses that shoed themselvs befor him was th troo faes of th berryd person, th shadoes of th niet did not indicaet; but thae wer all th faeses of a man of fiev-and-forty bi yeers, and thae diferd prinsipaly in th pashuns thae exprest, and in th ghastliness of thair worn and waested staet. Pried, contempt, defieans, stubornnes, submishun, lamentaeshun, sucseeded wun anuther; so did varieetys of sunken cheek, cadaverus colour, emaeshiaeted hands and figuers. But th faes was in th maen wun faes, and evry hed was preematurly whiet. A hundred tiems th doezing pasenjer inqierd of this specter:

   "Berryd how long?"

   Th anser was allwaes th saem: "Allmoest aeteen yeers."

   "U had abandond all hoep of being dug out?"

   "Long ago."


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   "U noe that U ar recalld to lief?"

   "Thae tel me so."

   "I hoep U cair to liv?"

   "I can't sae."

   "Shal I sho her to U? Wil U cum and see her?"

   Th ansers to this qeschun wer vairius and contradictory. Sumtiems th broeken repli was, "Waet! It wuud kil me if I saw her too soon." Sumtiems, it was given in a tender raen of teers, and then it was, "Taek me to her." Sumtiems it was stairing and bewilderd, and then it was, "I don't noe her. I don't understand."

   After such imajinairy discors, th pasenjer in his fansy wuud dig, and dig, dig -- now with a spaed, now with a graet kee, now with his hands -- to dig this reched creecher out. Got out at last, with erth hanging about his faes and hair, he wuud sudenly fan awae to dust. Th pasenjer wuud then start to himself, and loeer th windo, to get th reality of mist and raen on his cheek.

   Yet eeven when his ies wer oepend on th mist and raen, on th mooving pach of liet frum th lamps, and th hej at th roedsied retreeting bi jerks, th niet shadoes outsied th coech wuud fall into th traen of th niet shadoes within. Th reeal Banking-hous bi Templ Bar, th reeal biznes of th past dae, th reeal strong rooms, th reeal expres sent after him, and th reeal mesej reternd, wuud all be thair. Out of th midst of them, th goestly faes wuud riez, and he wuud acost it agen.

   "Berryd how long?"

   "Allmoest aeteen yeers."

   "I hoep U cair to liv?"

   "I can't sae."

   Dig -- dig -- dig -- until an impaeshent moovment frum wun of th too pasenjers wuud admonish him to puul up th windo, draw his arm secuerly thru th lethern strap, and specuelaet upon th too slumbering forms, until his miend lost its hoeld of them, and thae agen slid awae into th bank and th graev.

   "Berryd how long?"

   "Allmoest aeteen yeers."

   "U had abandond all hoep of being dug out?"

   "Long ago."


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   Th werds wer stil in his heering as just spoeken -- distinktly in his heering as ever spoeken werds had bin in his lief -- when th weery pasenjer started to th conshusnes of daeliet, and found that th shadoes of th niet wer gon.

   He loeerd th windo, and luukt out at th riezing sun. Thair was a rij of ploughed land, with a plough upon it wherr it had bin left last niet when th horses wer unyoked; beyond, a qieet copis-wuud, in which meny leevs of berning red and goelden yelo stil remaend upon th trees. Tho th erth was coeld and wet, th skie was cleer, and th sun roez briet, plasid, and buetyful.

   "Aeteen yeers!" sed th pasenjer, luuking at th sun. "Graeshus Creaetor of dae! To be berryd aliev for aeteen yeers!"

TH PREPARAESHUN

   WHEN TH MAEL got sucsesfuly to Dover, in th cors of th fornoon, th hed dror at th Roial George Hoetel oepend th coech-dor as his custom was. He did it with sum flerish of serremoeny, for a mael jerny frum London in winter was an acheevment to congrachulaet an advencherus traveler upon.

   Bi that tiem, thair was oenly wun advencherus traveler left to be congrachulaeted: for th too uthers had bin set doun at thair respectiv roedsied destinaeshuns. Th mildewy insied of th coech, with its damp and derty straw, its disageeable smel, and its obscuerity, was rather liek a larjer daug-kenel. Mr. Lory, th pasenjer, shaeking himself out of it in chaens of straw, a tanggl of shagy raper, flaping hat, and mudy legs, was rather liek a larjer sort of daug.


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   "Thair wil be a paket to Calais, to-morro, dror?"

   "Yes, ser, if th wether hoelds and th wind sets tolerabl fair. Th tied wil serv prity niesly at about too in th afternoon, ser. Bed, ser?"

   "I shal not go to bed til niet; but I wont a bedroom, and a barber."

   "And then brekfast, ser? Yes, ser. That wae, ser, if U pleez. Sho Concord! Gentleman's valees and hot wauter to Concord. Puul off gentleman's boots in Concord. (U wil fiend a fien see-coel fier, ser.) Fech barber to Concord. Ster about thair, now, for Concord!"

   Th Concord bed-chaember being allwaes asiend to a pasenjer bi th mael, and pasenjers bi th mael being allwaes hevily rapt up frum beed to fuut, th room had th od interest for th establishment of th Roial George, that alltho but wun kiend of man was seen to go into it, all kiends and varieetys of men caem out of it. Conseqently, anuther dror, and too porters, and several maeds and th landlaedy, wer all loitering bi acsident at vairius points of th roed between th Concord and th coffy-room, when a jentlman of sixty, formaly drest in a broun soot of cloeths, prity wel worn, but verry wel kept, with larj sqair cufs and larj flaps to th pokets, past along on his wae to his brekfast.

   Th coffy-room had no uther ocuepant, that fornoon, than th jentlman in broun. His brekfast-taebl was drawn befor th fier, and as he sat, with its liet shiening on him, waeting for th meel, he sat so stil, that he miet hav bin siting for his portret.

   Verry orderly and methodical he luukt, with a hand on eech nee, and a loud woch tiking a sonorus sermon under his flapt waestcoet, as tho it pitted its gravity and longjevity agenst th levity and evanesens of th brisk fier. He had a guud leg, and was a litl vaen of it, for his broun stokings fited sleek and cloes, and wer of a fien texcher; his shoos and bukls, too, tho plaen, wer trim. He wor an od litl sleek crisp flaxen wig, seting verry cloes to his hed: which wig, it is to be prezoomd, was maed of hair, but which luukt far mor as tho it wer spun frum filaments of silk or glas. His linen, tho not of a fiennes in acordans with his stokings, was as whiet as th tops of th waevs that broek upon th neighbouring beech, or th speks of sael that glinted in th sunliet far at see. A faes habichualy suprest and qieeted, was stil lieted up under th qaent wig bi a pair of moist briet ies that it must hav cost thair oener, in yeers gon bi, sum paens to dril to th compoezd and rezervd expreshun of Tellson's Bank.


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He had a helthy colour in his cheeks, and his faes, tho liend, bor fue traeses of angzieity. But, perhaps th confidenshal bachelor clerks in Tellson's Bank wer prinsipaly ocuepied with th cairs of uther peepl; and perhaps second-hand cairs, liek second-hand cloeths, cum eezily off and on.

   Compleeting his rezemblans to a man hoo was siting for his portret, Mr. Lory dropt off to sleep. Th arieval of his brekfast rouzd him, and he sed to th dror, as he moovd his chair to it:

   "I wish acomodaeshun prepaird for a yung laedy hoo mae cum heer at eny tiem to-dae. She mae ask for Mr. Jarvis Lory, or she mae oenly ask for a jentlman frum Tellson's Bank. Pleez to let me noe."

   "Yes, ser. Tellson's Bank in London, ser?"

   "Yes."

   "Yes, ser. We hav offtentiems th onor to entertaen yur jentlmen in thair traveling bakwards and forwards betwixt London and Paris, ser. A vast deel of traveling, ser, in Tellson and Company's Hous."

   "Yes. We ar qiet a French Hous, as wel as an English wun."

   "Yes, ser. Not much in th habit of such traveling yurself, I think, ser?"

   "Not of laet yeers. It is fifteen yeers sinss we -- sinss I -- caem last frum France."

   "Indeed, ser? That was befor mi tiem heer, ser. Befor our people's tiem heer, ser. Th George was in uther hands at that tiem, ser."

   "I beleev so."

   "But I wuud hoeld a prity waejer, ser, that a Hous liek Tellson and Cumpany was flerishing, a mater of fifty, not to speek of fifteen yeers ago?"

   "U miet trebl that, and sae a hundred and fifty, yet not be far frum th trooth."

   "Indeed, ser!"

   Rounding his mouth and boeth his ies, as he stept bakward frum th taebl, th waeter shifted his napkin frum his riet arm to his left, dropt into a cumfortabl atitued, and stuud servaeing th gest whiel he aet and drank, as frum an obzervatory or wochtower. Acording to th imemorial uesej of waeters in all aejes.

   When Mr. Lory had finisht his brekfast, he went out for a stroel on th beech. Th litl narro, cruuked toun of Dover hid itself awae frum th beech, and ran its hed into th chauk clifs, liek a mareen


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ostrich. Th beech was a dezert of heeps of see and stoens tumbling wieldly about, and th see did whut it liekt, and whut it liekt was destrucshun. It thunderd at th toun, and thunderd at th clifs, and braut th coest doun, madly. Th air amung th houses was of so strong a piscatory flavour that wun miet hav supoezd sik fish went up to be dipt in it, as sik peepl went doun to be dipt in th see. A litl fishing was dun in th port, and a qontity of stroeling about bi niet, and luuking seeward: particuelarly at thoes tiems when th tied maed, and was neer flud. Small traedzmen, hoo did no biznes whutever, sumtiems unacountably realised larj forchuns, and it was remarkabl that noebody in th naeborhuud cuud endur a lamplieter.

   As th dae decliend into th afternoon, and th air, which had bin at intervals cleer enuf to alow th French coest to be seen, becaem agen charjd with mist and vapour, Mr. Lorry's thauts seemd to cloud too. When it was dark, and he sat befor th coffy-room fier, awaeting his diner as he had awaeted his brekfast, his miend was bizily diging, diging, diging, in th liv red coels.

   A botl of guud clarret after diner duz a diger in th red coels no harm, utherwiez than as it has a tendensy to thro him out of werk. Mr. Lory had bin iedl a long tiem, and had just pord out his last glasful of wien with as compleet an apeerans of satisfacshun as is ever to be found in an elderly jentlman of a fresh complexshun hoo has got to th end of a botl, when a ratling of wheels caem up th narro street, and rumbld into th in-yard.

   He set doun his glas untucht. "This is Mam'selle!" sed he.

   In a verry fue minits th waeter caem in to anouns that Mis Manette had arievd frum London, and wuud be hapy to see th jentlman frum Tellson's.

   "So soon?"

   Mis Manette had taeken sum refreshment on th roed, and reqierd nun then, and was extreemly ankshus to see th jentlman frum Tellson's imeedyetly, if it sooted his plezher and conveenyuns.

   Th jentlman frum Tellson's had nuthing left for it but to empty his glas with an air of stolid desperaeshun, setl his od litl flaxen wig at th eers, and folo th waeter to Mis Manette's apartment. It was a larj, dark room, fernisht in a fueneerial maner with blak hors-hair, and loeded with hevy dark taebls. Thees had bin oild and oild, until th too tall candls on th taebl in th midl of th room wer gloomily


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reflected on evry leef; as if thae wer berryd, in deep graevs of blak mahogany, and no liet to speek of cuud be expected frum them until thae wer dug out.

   Th obscuerity was so dificult to penetraet that Mr. Lory, piking his wae oever th wel-worn Terky carpet, supoezd Mis Manette to be, for th moement, in sum ajaesent room, until, having got past th too tall candls, he saw standing to reseev him bi th taebl between them and th fier, a yung laedy of not mor than seventeen, in a rieding-cloek, and stil hoelding her straw traveling-hat bi its ribon in her hand. As his ies rested on a short, sliet, prity figuer, a qontity of goelden hair, a pair of bloo ies that met his oen with an inqiering luuk, and a forhed with a singguelar capasity (remembering how yung and smooth it was), of rifting and niting itself into an expreshun that was not qiet wun of perplexity, or wunder, or alarm, or meerly of a briet fixt atenshun, tho it inclooded all th foer expreshuns -- as his ies rested on thees things, a suden vivid lieknes past befor him, of a chield hoom he had held in his arms on th pasej across that verry Chanel, wun coeld tiem, when th hael drifted hevily and th see ran hi. Th lieknes past awae, liek a breth along th serfis of th gaunt peer-glas behiend her, on th fraem of which, a hospital proseshun of negro cupids, several hedles and all cripples, wer offering blak baskets of Ded See froot to blak divinitys of th feminin jender -- and he maed his formal bow to Mis Manette.

   "Prae taek a seet, ser." In a verry cleer and plezant yung vois; a litl forin in its acsent, but a verry litl indeed.

   "I kis yur hand, mis," sed Mr. Lory, with th maners of an erlyer daet, as he maed his formal bow agen, and tuuk his seet.

   "I reseevd a leter frum th Bank, ser, yesterdae, informing me that sum intelijens -- or discuvery -- "

   "Th werd is not mateerial, mis; eether werd wil do."

   " -- respecting th small property of mi pur faather, hoom I never saw-so long ded -- "

   Mr. Lory moovd in his chair, and cast a trubld luuk tords th hospital proseshun of negro cupids. As if thae had eny help for enybody in thair abserd baskets!

   " -- renderd it nesesairy that I shuud go to Paris, thair to comuenicaet with a jentlman of th Bank, so guud as to be despacht to Paris for th perpos."


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   "Mieself."

   "As I was prepaird to heer, ser."

   She curtseyed to him (yung laedys maed curtseys in thoes daes), with a prity dezier to convae to him that she felt how much oelder and wiezer he was than she. He maed her anuther bow.

   "I replied to th Bank, ser, that as it was considerd nesesairy, bi thoes hoo noe, and hoo ar so kiend as to adviez me, that I shuud go to France, and that as I am an orfan and hav no frend hoo cuud go with me, I shuud esteem it hiely if I miet be permited to plaes mieself, during th jerny, under that werthy gentleman's protecshun. Th jentlman had left London, but I think a mesenjer was sent after him to beg th faevor of his waeting for me heer."

   "I was hapy," sed Mr. Lory, "to be entrusted with th charj. I shal be mor hapy to execuet it."

   "Ser, I thank U indeed. I thank U verry graetfuly. It was toeld me bi th Bank that th jentlman wuud explaen to me th deetaels of th biznes, and that I must prepair mieself to fiend them of a serpriezing naecher. I hav dun mi best to prepair mieself, and I nacheraly hav a strong and eeger interest to noe whut thae ar."

   "Nacheraly," sed Mr. Lory. "Yes -- I -- "

   After a pauz, he aded, agen setling th crisp flaxen wig at th eers,

   "It is verry dificult to begin."

   He did not begin, but, in his indesizhun, met her glans. Th yung forhed lifted itself into that singguelar expreshun -- but it was prity and carracteristic, besieds being singguelar -- and she raezd her hand, as if with an involuntairy acshun she caut at, or staed sum pasing shado.

   "Ar U qiet a straenjer to me, ser?"

   "Am I not?" Mr. Lory oepend his hands, and extended them outwards with an arguementativ smiel.

   Between th iebrows and just oever th litl feminin noez, th lien of which was as deliket and fien as it was posibl to be, th expreshun deepend itself as she tuuk her seet thautfuly in th chair bi which she had hitherto remaend standing. He wocht her as she muezd, and th moement she raezd her ies agen, went on:

   "In yur adopted cuntry, I prezoom, I cannot do beter than adres U as a yung English laedy, Mis Manette?"

   "If U pleez, ser."

   "Mis Manette, I am a man of biznes. I hav a biznes charj to


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aqit mieself of. In yur resepshun of it, don't heed me eny mor than if I was a speeking masheen -- trooly, I am not much els. I wil, with yur leev, relaet to U, mis, th story of wun of our customers."

   "Story!"

   He seemd wilfuly to mistaek th werd she had repeeted, when he aded, in a hery, "Yes, customers; in th banking biznes we uezhualy call our conecshun our customers. He was a French jentlman; a sieentific jentlman; a man of graet acquirements -- a Doctor."

   "Not of Beauvais?"

   "Whi, yes, of Beauvais. Liek Monsieur Manette, yur faather, th jentlman was of Beauvais. Liek Monsieur Manette, yur faather, th jentlman was of repuet in Paris. I had th onor of noeing him thair. Our relaeshuns wer biznes relaeshuns, but confidenshal. I was at that tiem in our French Hous, and had bin -- o! twenty yeers."

   "At that tiem -- I mae ask, at whut tiem, ser?"

   "I speek, mis, of twenty yeers ago. He marryd -- an English laedy -- and I was wun of th trustees. His afairs, liek th afairs of meny uther French jentlmen and French familys, wer entierly in Tellson's hands. In a similar wae I am, or I hav bin, trustee of wun kiend or uther for scors of our customers. Thees ar meer biznes relaeshuns, mis; thair is no frendship in them, no particuelar interest, nuthing liek sentiment. I hav past frum wun to anuther, in th cors of mi biznes lief, just as I pas frum wun of our customers to anuther in th cors of mi biznes dae; in short, I hav no feelings; I am a meer masheen. To go on -- "

   "But this is mi father's story, ser; and I begin to think" -- th cueriusly rufend forhed was verry intent upon him -- "that when I was left an orfan thru mi mother's servieving mi faather oenly too yeers, it was U hoo braut me to England. I am allmoest shur it was U."

   Mr. Lory tuuk th hezitaeting litl hand that confidingly advanst to taek his, and he puut it with sum serremoeny to his lips. He then conducted th yung laedy straetwae to her chair agen, and, hoelding th chairback with his left hand, and uezing his riet bi terns to rub his chin, puul his wig at th eers, or point whut he sed, stuud luuking doun into her faes whiel she sat luuking up into his.

   "Mis Manette, it was I. And U wil see how trooly I spoek of mieself just now, in saeing I had no feelings, and that all th relaeshuns I hoeld with mi felo-creechers ar meer biznes relaeshuns, when U reflect


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that I hav never seen U sinss. No; U hav bin th word of Tellson's Hous sinss, and I hav bin bizy with th uther biznes of Tellson's Hous sinss. Feelings! I hav no tiem for them, no chans of them. I pas mi hoel lief, mis, in terning an imens pecueniairy Manggl."

   After this od descripshun of his daely rooteen of emploiment, Mr. Lory flatend his flaxen wig upon his hed with boeth hands (which was moest unnesesairy, for nuthing cuud be flater than its shiening serfis was befor), and rezoomd his former atitued.

   "So far, mis (as U hav remarkt), this is th story of yur regreted faather. Now cums th diferens. If yur faather had not died when he did -- Don't be frietend! How U start!"

   She did, indeed, start. And she caut his rist with boeth her hands.

   "Prae," sed Mr. Lory, in a soothing toen, bringing his left hand frum th bak of th chair to lae it on th supplicatory finggers that claspt him in so vieolent a trembl: "prae controel yur ajitaeshun -- a mater of biznes. As I was saeing -- "

   Her luuk so discomposed him that he stopt, waanderd, and began anue:

   "As I was saeing; if Monsieur Manette had not died; if he had sudenly and sielently disapeerd; if he had bin spirited awae; if it had not bin dificult to ges to whut dredful plaes, tho no art cuud traes him; if he had an enemy in sum compaetriot hoo cuud exersiez a privilej that I in mi oen tiem hav noen th boeldest peepl afraed to speek of in a whisper, across th wauter thair; for instans, th privilej of filing up blank forms for th consienment of eny wun to th oblivion of a prizon for eny length of tiem; if his wief had implord th king, th qeen, th cort, th clerjy, for eny tiedings of him, and all qiet in vaen; -- then th history of yur faather wuud hav bin th history of this unforchunet jentlman, th Doctor of Beauvais."

   "I entreet U to tel me mor, ser."

   "I wil. I am going to. U can bair it?"

   "I can bair enything but th unsertanty U leev me in at this moement."

   "U speek collectedly, and U -- ar colected. That's guud!" (Tho his maner was les satisfied than his werds.) "A mater of biznes. Regard it as a mater of biznes -- biznes that must be dun. Now if this doctor's wief, tho a laedy of graet curej and spirit, had suferd so intensly frum this cauz befor her litl chield was born -- "


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   "Th litl chield was a dauter, ser."

   "A dauter. A -- a -- mater of biznes -- don't be distrest. Mis, if th pur laedy had suferd so intensly befor her litl chield was born, that she caem to th determinaeshun of spairing th pur chield th inherritans of eny part of th agony she had noen th paens of, bi reering her in th beleef that her faather was ded -- No, don't neel! In Heaven's naem whi shuud U neel to me!"

   "For th trooth. O deer, guud, compashunet ser, for th trooth!"

   "A -- a mater of biznes. U confuez me, and how can I transact biznes if I am confuezd? Let us be cleer-heded. If U cuud kiendly menshun now, for instans, whut nien tiems ninepence ar, or how meny shilings in twenty guineas, it wuud be so encurejing. I shuud be so much mor at mi eez about yur staet of miend."

   Without directly ansering to this apeel, she sat so stil when he had verry jently raezd her, and th hands that had not seest to clasp his rists wer so much mor stedy than thae had bin, that she comuenicaeted sum re-ashurans to Mr. Jarvis Lory.

   "That's riet, that's riet. Curej! Biznes! U hav biznes befor U; uesful biznes. Mis Manette, yur muther tuuk this cors with U. And when she died -- I beleev broeken-hearted -- having never slakend her unavaeling serch for yur faather, she left U, at too yeers oeld, to gro to be blooming, buetyful, and hapy, without th dark cloud upon U of living in unsertanty whether yur faather soon wor his hart out in prizon, or waested thair thru meny linggering yeers."

   As he sed th werds he luukt doun, with an admiering pity, on th floeing goelden hair; as if he pikcherd to himself that it miet hav bin allredy tinged with grae.

   "U noe that yur pairents had no graet pozeshun, and that whut thae had was secuerd to yur muther and to U. Thair has bin no nue discuvery, of muny, or of eny uther property; but -- "

   He felt his rist held cloeser, and he stopt. Th expreshun in th forhed, which had so particuelarly atracted his noetis, and which was now imoovabl, had deepend into wun of paen and horror.

   "But he has bin -- bin found. He is aliev. Graetly chaenjd, it is too probabl; allmoest a rek, it is posibl; tho we wil hoep th best. Stil, aliev. Yur faather has bin taeken to th hous of an oeld servant in Paris, and we ar going thair: I, to iedentifi him if I can: U, to restor him to lief, luv, duety, rest, cumfort."

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a lo, distinkt, au-striken vois, as if she wer saeing it in a dreem,

   "I am going to see his Goest! It wil be his Goest -- not him!"

   Mr. Lory qieetly chafed th hands that held his arm. "Thair, thair, thair! See now, see now! Th best and th werst ar noen to U, now. U ar wel on yur wae to th pur rongd jentlman, and, with a fair see voiej, and a fair land jerny, U wil be soon at his deer sied."

   She repeeted in th saem toen, sunk to a whisper, "I hav bin free, I hav bin hapy, yet his Goest has never haunted me!"

   "Oenly wun thing mor," sed Mr. Lory, laeing stres upon it as a hoelsum meens of enforsing her atenshun: "he has bin found under anuther naem; his oen, long forgoten or long conseeld. It wuud be wers than uesles now to inqier which; wers than uesles to seek to noe whether he has bin for yeers oeverluukt, or allwaes designedly held prizoner. It wuud be wers than uesles now to maek eny inqierys, becauz it wuud be daenjerus. Beter not to menshun th subject, enywhair or in eny wae, and to remoov him -- for a whiel at all events -- out of France. Eeven I, saef as an Englishman, and eeven Tellson's, important as thae ar to French credit, avoid all naeming of th mater. I carry about me, not a scrap of rieting oepenly refering to it. This is a seecret servis alltogether. Mi credenshals, entrys, and memoranda, ar all comprehended in th wun lien, 'recalled to Lief;' which mae meen enything. But whut is th mater! She duzn't noetis a werd! Mis Manette!"

   Perfectly stil and sielent, and not eeven fallen bak in her chair, she sat under his hand, uterly insensible; with her ies oepen and fixt upon him, and with that last expreshun luuking as if it wer carvd or branded into her forhed. So cloes was her hoeld upon his arm, that he feerd to detach himself lest he shuud hert her; thairfor he calld out loudly for asistans without mooving.

   A wield-luuking wuuman, hoom eeven in his ajitaeshun, Mr. Lory obzervd to be all of a red colour, and to hav red hair, and to be drest in sum extraordinairy tiet-fiting fashun, and to hav on her hed a moest wunderful bonet liek a Grenadeer wuuden mezher, and guud mezher too, or a graet Stilton cheez, caem runing into th room in advans of th in servants, and soon setld th qeschun of his detachment frum th pur yung laedy, bi laeing a brauny hand upon his chest, and sending him flieing bak agenst th neerest wall.

   ("I reealy think this must be a man!" was Mr. Lorry's brethles reflecshun, siemultaeniusly with his cuming agenst th wall.)


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   "Whi, luuk at U all!" balld this figuer, adresing th in servants. "Whi don't U go and fech things, insted of standing thair stairing at me? I am not so much to luuk at, am I? Whi don't U go and fech things? I'l let U noe, if U don't bring smeling-sallts, coeld wauter, and vinegar, qik, I wil."

   Thair was an imeedyet dispersal for thees restoratives, and she sofftly laed th paeshent on a soefa, and tended her with graet skil and jentlnes: calling her "mi preshus!" and "mi berd!" and spreding her goelden hair asied oever her shoelders with graet pried and cair.

   "And U in broun!" she sed, indignantly terning to Mr. Lory; cuudn't U tel her whut U had to tel her, without frietening her to deth? Luuk at her, with her prity pael faes and her coeld hands. Do U call that being a Banker?"

   Mr. Lory was so exseedingly disconserted bi a qeschun so hard to anser, that he cuud oenly luuk on, at a distans, with much feebler simpathy and huemility, whiel th strong wuuman, having banisht th in servants under th misteerius penalty of "leting them noe" sumthing not menshund if thae staed thair, stairing, recuverd her charj bi a reguelar seerys of graedaeshuns, and coext her to lae her drooping hed upon her shoelder.

   "I hoep she wil do wel now," sed Mr. Lory.

   "No thanks to U in broun, if she duz. Mi darling prity!"

   "I hoep," sed Mr. Lory, after anuther pauz of feebl simpathy and huemility, "that U acumpany Mis Manette to France?"

   "A liekly thing, too!" replied th strong wuuman. "If it was ever intended that I shuud go across sallt wauter, do U supoez Providens wuud hav cast mi lot in an ieland?"

   This being anuther qeschun hard to anser, Mr. Jarvis Lory withdroo to consider it.


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TH WIEN-SHOP

   A LARJ CASK of wien had bin dropt and broeken, in th street. Th acsident had hapend in geting it out of a cart; th cask had tumbld out with a run, th hoops had berst, and it lae on th stoens just outsied th dor of th wien-shop, shaterd liek a wallnut-shel.

   All th peepl within reech had suspended thair biznes, or thair iedlnes, to run to th spot and drink th wien. Th ruf, irreguelar stoens of th street, pointing evry wae, and deziend, wun miet hav thaut, expresly to laem all living creechers that aproecht them, had damd it into litl pools; thees wer serounded, eech bi its oen jostling groop or croud, acording to its siez. Sum men neeld doun, maed scoops of thair too hands joind, and sipt, or tried to help wimen, hoo bent oever thair shoelders, to sip, befor th wien had all run out between thair finggers. Uthers, men and wimen, dipt in th pudls with litl mugs of muetilaeted erthenwair, or eeven with hankerchifs frum women's heds, which wer sqeezd dri into infants' mouths; uthers maed small mud-embankments, to stem th wien as it ran; uthers, directed bi lookers-on up at hi windoes, darted heer and thair, to cut off litl streems of wien that started awae in nue direcshuns; uthers devoeted themselvs to th soden and lee-died peeses of th cask, liking, and eeven champing th moister wien-rotted fragments with eeger relish. Thair was no draenej to carry off th wien, and not oenly did it all get taeken up, but so much mud got taeken up along with it, that thair miet hav bin a scavenjer in th street, if enybody aqaented with it cuud hav beleevd in such a miracuelus prezens.

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wimen, and children -- rezounded in th street whiel this wien gaem lasted. Thair was litl rufnes in th sport, and much playfulness. Thair was a speshal companyonship in it, an obzervabl inclinaeshun on th part of evry wun to join sum uther wun, which led, espeshaly amung th lukyer or lieter-hearted, to froliksum embraeses, drinking of healths, shaeking of hands, and eeven joining of hands and dansing, a duzen together. When th wien was gon, and th plaeses wherr it had bin moest abundant wer raekt into a gridiern-patern bi finggers, thees demonstraeshuns seest, as sudenly as thae had broeken out. Th man hoo had left his saw stiking in th fierwuud he was cuting, set it in moeshun agen; th wimen hoo had left on a dor-step th litl pot of hot ashes, at which she had bin trieing to soffen th paen in her oen starvd finggers and toes, or in thoes of her chield, reternd to it; men with bair arms, matted loks, and cadaverus faeses, hoo had emerjd into th winter liet frum selars, moovd awae, to desend agen; and a gloom gatherd on th seen that apeerd mor nacheral to it than sunshien.

   Th wien was red wien, and had staend th ground of th narro street in th suberb of Saent Antoine, in Paris, wherr it was spild. It had staend meny hands, too, and meny faeses, and meny naeked feet, and meny wuuden shoos. Th hands of th man hoo sawd th wuud, left red marks on th bilets; and th forhed of th wuuman hoo nursed her baeby, was staend with th staen of th oeld rag she wound about her hed agen. Thoes hoo had bin greedy with th staves of th cask, had aqierd a tigerish smeer about th mouth; and wun tall joeker so besmercht, his hed mor out of a long sqolid bag of a nightcap than in it, scralld upon a wall with his fingger dipt in mudy wien-lees -- BLUD.

   Th tiem was to cum, when that wien too wuud be spild on th street-stoens, and when th staen of it wuud be red upon meny thair.

   And now that th cloud setld on Saent Antoine, which a moementairy gleem had driven frum his saecred countenans, th darknes of it was hevy -- coeld, dert, siknes, ignorans, and wont, wer th lords in waeting on th saently prezens -- noebls of graet power all of them; but, moest espeshaly th last. Sampls of a peepl that had undergon a terribl griending and regrinding in th mil, and sertenly not in th fabuelus mil which ground oeld peepl yung, shiverd at evry corner, past in and out at evry dorwae, luukt frum evry windo, fluterd in evry vestej of a garment that th wind shuuk. Th mil which had werkt them doun, was th mil that griends yung peepl oeld; th


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children had aenshent faeses and graev voises; and upon them, and upon th groen faeses, and ploughed into evry fero of aej and cuming up afresh, was th si, Hungger. It was prevalent evrywhair. Hungger was puusht out of th tall houses, in th reched cloething that hung upon poels and liens; Hungger was pacht into them with straw and rag and wuud and paeper; Hungger was repeeted in evry fragment of th small modicum of fierwuud that th man sawd off; Hungger staird doun frum th smoekles chimnys, and started up frum th filthy street that had no offal, amung its refuez, of enything to eet. Hungger was th inscripshun on th baker's shelvs, riten in evry small loef of his scanty stok of bad bred; at th sausej-shop, in evry ded-daug preparaeshun that was offerd for sael. Hungger ratld its dri boens amung th roesting chesnuts in th ternd silinder; Hungger was shred into atomics in evry farthing porinjer of husky chips of potaeto, fried with sum reluctant drops of oil.

   Its abieding plaes was in all things fited to it. A narro wiending street, fuul of ofens and stench, with uther narro wiending streets diverjing, all peepld bi rags and nightcaps, and all smeling of rags and nightcaps, and all vizibl things with a brooding luuk upon them that luukt il. In th hunted air of th peepl thair was yet sum wield-beest thaut of th posibility of terning at bae. Deprest and slinking tho thae wer, ies of fier wer not wonting amung them; nor comprest lips, whiet with whut thae suprest; nor forheds nited into th lieknes of th galoes-roep thae muezd about enduring, or inflicting. Th traed siens (and thae wer allmoest as meny as th shops) wer, all, grim ilustraeshuns of Wont. Th buucher and th porkman paented up, oenly th leanest scrags of meet; th baeker, th coarsest of meagre loevs. Th peepl roodly pikcherd as drinking in th wien-shops, croekt oever thair scanty mezhers of thin wien and beer, and wer gloweringly confidenshal together. Nuthing was reprezented in a flerishing condishun, saev tools and wepons; but, th cutler's nievs and axes wer sharp and briet, th smith's hamers wer hevy, and th gunmaker's stok was merderus. Th cripling stoens of th paevment, with thair meny litl rezervors of mud and wauter, had no footways, but broek off abruptly at th dors. Th kenel, to maek amends, ran doun th midl of th street -- when it ran at all: which was oenly after hevy raens, and then it ran, bi meny ecsentric fits, into th houses. Across th streets, at wied intervals, wun clumzy lamp was slung bi a roep and puuly; at niet, when th lamplieter had let thees doun, and lieted, and hoisted them


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agen, a feebl groev of dim wicks swung in a sikly maner oeverhed, as if thae wer at see. Indeed thae wer at see, and th ship and croo wer in perril of tempest.

   For, th tiem was to cum, when th gaunt scaircroes of that reejon shuud hav wocht th lamplieter, in thair iedlnes and hungger, so long, as to conseev th iedeea of improoving on his method, and halling up men bi thoes roeps and puulys, to flair upon th darknes of thair condishun. But, th tiem was not cum yet; and evry wind that bloo oever France shuuk th rags of th scaircroes in vaen, for th berds, fien of song and fether, tuuk no worning.

   Th wien-shop was a corner shop, beter than moest uthers in its apeerans and degree, and th master of th wien-shop had stuud outsied it, in a yelo waestcoet and green breeches, luuking on at th strugl for th lost wien. "It's not mi afair," sed he, with a fienal shrug of th shoelders. "Th peepl frum th market did it. Let them bring anuther."

   Thair, his ies hapening to cach th tall joeker rieting up his joek, he calld to him across th wae:

   "Sae, then, mi Gaspard, whut do U do thair?"

   Th felo pointed to his joek with imens significans, as is offen th wae with his trieb. It mist its mark, and compleetly faeld, as is offen th wae with his trieb too.

   "Whut now? Ar U a subject for th mad hospital?" sed th wien- shop keeper, crossing th roed, and obliteraeting th jest with a handful of mud, pikt up for th perpos, and smeerd oever it. "Whi do U riet in th public streets? Is thair -- tel me thow -- is thair no uther plaes to riet such werds in?"

   In his exposchulaeshun he dropt his cleener hand (perhaps acsidentaly, perhaps not) upon th joker's hart. Th joeker rapt it with his oen, tuuk a nimble spring upward, and caem doun in a fantastic dansing atitued, with wun of his staend shoos jerkt off his fuut into his hand, and held out. A joeker of an extreemly, not to sae wuulfishly practical carracter, he luukt, under thoes sercumstanses.

   "Puut it on, puut it on," sed th uther. "Call wien, wien; and finish thair." With that advies, he wiept his soild hand upon th joker's dres, such as it was -- qiet deliberetly, as having dirtied th hand on his acount; and then recrossed th roed and enterd th wien-shop.

   This wien-shop keeper was a buul-necked, marshal-luuking man of therty, and he shuud hav bin of a hot temperament, for, alltho it was a biter dae, he wor no coet, but carryd wun slung oever his shoelder.


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His shert-sleevs wer roeld up, too, and his broun arms wer bair to th elboes. Neether did he wair enything mor on his hed than his oen crisply-curling short dark hair. He was a dark man alltogether, with guud ies and a guud boeld bredth between them. Guud-humoured luuking on th hoel, but implacabl-luuking, too; evidently a man of a strong rezolooshun and a set perpos; a man not dezierabl to be met, rushing doun a narro pas with a gulf on eether sied, for nuthing wuud tern th man.

   Madame Defarge, his wief, sat in th shop behiend th counter as he caem in. Madame Defarge was a stout wuuman of about his oen aej, with a wochful ie that seldom seemd to luuk at enything, a larj hand hevily ringd, a stedy faes, strong feechers, and graet compoezher of maner. Thair was a carracter about Madame Defarge, frum which wun miet hav predicated that she did not offen maek mistaeks agenst herself in eny of th rekonings oever which she prezieded. Madame Defarge being sensitiv to coeld, was rapt in fer, and had a qontity of briet shall twiend about her hed, tho not to th conseelment of her larj eer-rings. Her niting was befor her, but she had laed it doun to pik her teeth with a toothpik. Thus engaejd, with her riet elbo suported bi her left hand, Madame Defarge sed nuthing when her lord caem in, but cauft just wun graen of cauf. This, in combinaeshun with th lifting of her darkly defiend iebrows oever her toothpik bi th bredth of a lien, sugjested to her huzband that he wuud do wel to luuk round th shop amung th customers, for eny nue customer hoo had dropt in whiel he stept oever th wae.

   Th wien-shop keeper acordingly roeld his ies about, until thae rested upon an elderly jentlman and a yung laedy, hoo wer seeted in a corner. Uther cumpany wer thair: too plaeing cards, too plaeing dominoes, three standing bi th counter lengthening out a short supli of wien. As he past behiend th counter, he tuuk noetis that th elderly jentlman sed in a luuk to th yung laedy, "This is our man."

   "Whut th devil do U do in that galy thair?" sed Monsieur Defarge to himself; "I don't noe U."

   But, he faend not to noetis th too straenjers, and fel into discors with th trieumveret of customers hoo wer drinking at th counter.

   "How goes it, Jacques?" sed wun of thees three to Monsieur Defarge. "Is all th spilt wien swoloed?"

   "Evry drop, Jacques," anserd Monsieur Defarge.

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piking her teeth with her toothpik, cauft anuther graen of cauf, and raezd her iebrows bi th bredth of anuther lien.

   "It is not offen," sed th second of th three, adresing Monsieur Defarge, "that meny of thees mizerabl beests noe th taest of wien, or of enything but blak bred and deth. Is it not so, Jacques?"

   "It is so, Jacques," Monsieur Defarge reternd.

   At this second interchaenj of th Christian naem, Madame Defarge, stil uezing her toothpik with profound compoezher, cauft anuther graen of cauf, and raezd her iebrows bi th bredth of anuther lien.

   Th last of th three now sed his sae, as he puut doun his empty drinking vesel and smakt his lips.

   "Aa! So much th wers! A biter taest it is that such pur catl allwaes hav in thair mouths, and hard lievs thae liv, Jacques. Am I riet, Jacques?"

   "U ar riet, Jacques," was th respons of Monsieur Defarge.

   This therd interchaenj of th Christian naem was compleeted at th moement when Madame Defarge puut her toothpik bi, kept her iebrows up, and slietly rusld in her seet.

   "Hoeld then! Troo!" muterd her huzband. "Jentlmen -- mi wief!"

   Th three customers puuld off thair hats to Madame Defarge, with three flerishes. She aknolejd thair homej bi bending her hed, and giving them a qik luuk. Then she glanst in a cazhual maner round th wien-shop, tuuk up her niting with graet aparrent caamnes and repoez of spirit, and becaem absorbd in it.

   "Jentlmen," sed her huzband, hoo had kept his briet ie observantly upon her, "guud dae. Th chaember, fernisht bachelor-fashun, that U wisht to see, and wer inqiering for when I stept out, is on th fifth flor. Th dorwae of th staircaes givs on th litl cort-yard cloes to th left heer," pointing with his hand, "neer to th windo of mi establishment. But, now that I remember, wun of U has allredy bin thair, and can sho th wae. Jentlmen, adieu!"

   Thae paed for thair wien, and left th plaes. Th ies of Monsieur Defarge wer studying his wief at her niting when th elderly jentlman advanst frum his corner, and begd th faevor of a werd.

   "Wilingly, ser," sed Monsieur Defarge, and qieetly stept with him to th dor.

   Thair conferens was verry short, but verry desieded. Allmoest at th ferst werd, Monsieur Defarge started and becaem deeply atentiv. It had not lasted a minit, when he noded and went out. Th jentlman then


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bekond to th yung laedy, and thae, too, went out. Madame Defarge nited with nimble finggers and stedy iebrows, and saw nuthing.

   Mr. Jarvis Lory and Mis Manette, emerjing frum th wien-shop thus, joind Monsieur Defarge in th dorwae to which he had directed his oen cumpany just befor. It oepend frum a stinking litl blak cort-yard, and was th jeneral public entrans to a graet piel of houses, inhabited bi a graet number of peepl. In th gloomy tiel-paevd entry to th gloomy tiel-paevd staircaes, Monsieur Defarge bent doun on wun nee to th chield of his oeld master, and puut her hand to his lips. It was a jentl acshun, but not at all jently dun; a verry remarkabl transformaeshun had cum oever him in a fue seconds. He had no guud-huemor in his faes, nor eny oepennes of aspect left, but had becum a seecret, anggry, daenjerus man.

   "It is verry hi; it is a litl dificult. Beter to begin sloely." Thus, Monsieur Defarge, in a stem vois, to Mr. Lory, as thae began asending th stairs.

   "Is he aloen?" th later whisperd.

   "Aloen! God help him, hoo shuud be with him!" sed th uther, in th saem lo vois.

   "Is he allwaes aloen, then?"

   'yes.

   "Of his oen dezier?"

   "Of his oen nesesity. As he was, when I ferst saw him after thae found me and demanded to noe if I wuud taek him, and, at mi perril be discreet -- as he was then, so he is now."

   "He is graetly chaenjd?"

   "Chaenjd!"

   Th keeper of th wien-shop stopt to striek th wall with his hand, and muter a tremendus curs. No direct anser cuud hav bin haf so forsibl. Mr. Lorry's spirits groo hevyer and hevyer, as he and his too companyons asended hieer and hieer.

   Such a staircaes, with its acsesorys, in th oelder and mor crouded parts of Paris, wuud be bad enuf now; but, at that tiem, it was viel indeed to unacustomd and unhardened senses. Evry litl habitaeshun within th graet foul nest of wun hi bilding -- that is to sae, th room or rooms within evry dor that oepend on th jeneral staircaes -- left its oen heep of refuez on its oen landing, besieds flinging uther refuez frum its oen windoes. Th uncontroelabl and hoeples mas of deecompozishun so enjenderd, wuud hav polooted th air, eeven if poverty and deprivaeshun


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had not loeded it with thair intanjibl impueritys; th too bad sorses combiend maed it allmoest insupportable. Thru such an atmosfeer, bi a steep dark shaft of dert and poizon, th wae lae. Yeelding to his oen disterbans of miend, and to his yung companion's ajitaeshun, which becaem graeter evry instant, Mr. Jarvis Lory twies stopt to rest. Eech of thees stopejes was maed at a doelful graeting, bi which eny langgwishing guud airs that wer left uncorrupted, seemd to escaep, and all spoilt and sikly vapours seemd to crall in. Thru th rusted bars, taests, rather than glimpses, wer caut of th jumbld naeborhuud; and nuthing within raenj, neerer or loeer than th summits of th too graet towers of Notre-Daem, had eny promis on it of helthy lief or hoelsum aspiraeshuns.

   At last, th top of th staircaes was gaend, and thae stopt for th therd tiem. Thair was yet an uper staircaes, of a steeper inclinaeshun and of contracted dimenshuns, to be asended, befor th garret story was reecht. Th keeper of th wien-shop, allwaes going a litl in advans, and allwaes going on th sied which Mr. Lory tuuk, as tho he dreded to be askt eny qeschun bi th yung laedy, ternd himself about heer, and, cairfuly feeling in th pokets of th coet he carryd oever his shoelder, tuuk out a kee.

   "Th dor is lokt then, mi frend?" sed Mr. Lory, serpriezd.

   "Ay. Yes," was th grim repli of Monsieur Defarge.

   "U think it nesesairy to keep th unforchunet jentlman so retierd?"

   "I think it nesesairy to tern th kee." Monsieur Defarge whisperd it cloeser in his eer, and fround hevily.

   "Whi?"

   "Whi! Becauz he has livd so long, lokt up, that he wuud be frietend -- rave -- tair himself to peeses -- die -- cum to I noe not whut harm -- if his dor was left oepen."

   "Is it posibl!" exclaemd Mr. Lory.

   "Is it posibl!" repeeted Defarge, biterly. "Yes. And a buetyful werld we liv in, when it is posibl, and when meny uther such things ar posibl, and not oenly posibl, but dun -- dun, see U! -- under that skie thair, evry dae. Long liv th Devil. Let us go on."

   This diealog had bin held in so verry lo a whisper, that not a werd of it had reecht th yung lady's eers. But, bi this tiem she trembld under such strong emoeshun, and her faes exprest such deep angzieity, and, abuv all, such dred and terror, that Mr. Lory felt it incumbent on him to speek a werd or too of re-ashurans.


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   "Curej, deer mis! Curej! Biznes! Th werst wil be oever in a moement; it is but pasing th room-dor, and th werst is oever. Then, all th guud U bring to him, all th releef, all th hapynes U bring to him, begin. Let our guud frend heer, asist U on that sied. That's wel, frend Defarge. Cum, now. Biznes, biznes!"

   Thae went up sloely and sofftly. Th staircaes was short, and thae wer soon at th top. Thair, as it had an abrupt tern in it, thae caem all at wuns in siet of three men, hoos heds wer bent doun cloes together at th sied of a dor, and hoo wer intently luuking into th room to which th dor belongd, thru sum chinks or hoels in th wall. On heering fuutsteps cloes at hand, thees three ternd, and roez, and shoed themselvs to be th three of wun naem hoo had bin drinking in th wien-shop.

   "I forgot them in th serpriez of yur vizit," explaend Monsieur Defarge. "Leev us, guud bois; we hav biznes heer."

   Th three glieded bi, and went sielently doun.

   Thair apeering to be no uther dor on that flor, and th keeper of th wien-shop going straet to this wun when thae wer left aloen, Mr. Lory askt him in a whisper, with a litl angger:

   "Do U maek a sho of Monsieur Manette?"

   "I sho him, in th wae U hav seen, to a choezen fue."

   "Is that wel?"

   "I think it is wel."

   "Hoo ar th fue? How do U chooz them?"

   "I chooz them as reeal men, of mi naem -- Jacques is mi naem -- to hoom th siet is liekly to do guud. Enuf; U ar English; that is anuther thing. Stae thair, if U pleez, a litl moement."

   With an admonitory jescher to keep them bak, he stoopt, and luukt in thru th crevis in th wall. Soon raezing his hed agen, he struk twies or thries upon th dor -- evidently with no uther object than to maek a noiz thair. With th saem intenshun, he droo th kee across it, three or foer tiems, befor he puut it clumzily into th lok, and ternd it as hevily as he cuud.

   Th dor sloely oepend inward under his hand, and he luukt into th room and sed sumthing. A faent vois anserd sumthing. Litl mor than a singgl silabl cuud hav bin spoeken on eether sied.

   He luukt bak oever his shoelder, and bekond them to enter. Mr. Lory got his arm secuerly round th daughter's waest, and held her; for he felt that she was sinking.


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   "A -- a -- a -- biznes, biznes!" he erjd, with a moischer that was not of biznes shiening on his cheek. "Cum in, cum in!"

   "I am afraed of it," she anserd, shudering.

   "Of it? Whut?"

   "I meen of him. Of mi faather."

   Renderd in a maner desperet, bi her staet and bi th bekoning of thair conductor, he droo oever his nek th arm that shuuk upon his shoelder, lifted her a litl, and heryd her into th room. He sat her doun just within th dor, and held her, clinging to him.

   Defarge droo out th kee, cloezd th dor, lokt it on th insied, tuuk out th kee agen, and held it in his hand. All this he did, methodicaly, and with as loud and harsh an acumpanyment of noiz as he cuud maek. Fienaly, he waukt across th room with a mezherd tred to wherr th windo was. He stopt thair, and faest round.

   Th garret, bilt to be a depozitory for fierwuud and th liek, was dim and dark: for, th windo of dormer shaep, was in trooth a dor in th roof, with a litl craen oever it for th hoisting up of stors frum th street: unglaezd, and cloezing up th midl in too peeses, liek eny uther dor of French construcshun. To exclood th coeld, wun haf of this dor was fast cloezd, and th uther was oepend but a verry litl wae. Such a scanty porshun of liet was admited thru thees meens, that it was dificult, on ferst cuming in, to see enything; and long habit aloen cuud hav sloely formd in eny wun, th ability to do eny werk reqiering nicety in such obscuerity. Yet, werk of that kiend was being dun in th garret; for, with his bak tords th dor, and his faes tords th windo wherr th keeper of th wien-shop stuud luuking at him, a whiet-haired man sat on a lo bench, stooping forward and verry bizy, maeking shoos.


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TH SHOOMAEKER

   "GUUD DAE!" sed Monsieur Defarge, luuking doun at th whiet hed that bent lo oever th shoemaking.

   It was raezd for a moement, and a verry faent vois responded to th saluetaeshun, as if it wer at a distans:

   "Guud dae!"

   "U ar stil hard at werk, I see?"

   After a long sielens, th hed was lifted for anuther moement, and th vois replied, "Yes -- I am werking." This tiem, a pair of hagard ies had luukt at th qeschuner, befor th faes had dropt agen.

   Th faentnes of th vois was pitiabl and dredful. It was not th faentnes of fizical weeknes, tho confienment and hard fair no dout had thair part in it. Its deplorabl pecueliarrity was, that it was th faentnes of solitued and disues. It was liek th last feebl eko of a sound maed long and long ago. So entierly had it lost th lief and rezonans of th hueman vois, that it afected th senses liek a wuns buetyful colour faeded awae into a pur weak staen. So sunken and suprest it was, that it was liek a vois underground. So expresiv it was, of a hoeples and lost creecher, that a famished traveler, weeryd out bi loenly waandering in a wildernes, wuud hav rememberd hoem and frends in such a toen befor lieing doun to die.

   Sum minits of sielent werk had past: and th hagard ies had luukt up agen: not with eny interest or cueriosity, but with a dul mecanical persepshun, beforhand, that th spot wherr th oenly vizitor thae wer awair of had stuud, was not yet empty.

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"to let in a litl mor liet heer. U can bair a litl mor?"

   Th shoomaeker stopt his werk; luukt with a vaecant air of lisening, at th flor on wun sied of him; then similarly, at th flor on th uther sied of him; then, upward at th speeker.

   "Whut did U sae?"

   "U can bair a litl mor liet?"

   "I must bair it, if U let it in." (Laeing th paelest shado of a stres upon th second werd.)

   Th oepend haf-dor was oepend a litl ferther, and secuerd at that anggl for th tiem. A braud rae of liet fel into th garret, and shoed th werkman with an unfinisht shoo upon his lap, pauzing in his laebor. His fue comon tools and vairius scraps of lether wer at his feet and on his bench. He had a whiet beerd, raggedly cut, but not verry long, a holo faes, and exseedingly briet ies. Th holoenes and thinnes of his faes wuud hav cauzd them to luuk larj, under his yet dark iebrows and his confuezd whiet hair, tho thae had bin reealy utherwiez; but, thae wer nacheraly larj, and luukt unnacheraly so. His yelo rags of shert lae oepen at th throet, and shoed his body to be witherd and worn. He, and his oeld canvas frok, and his loos stokings, and all his pur tatters of cloeths, had, in a long secloozhun frum direct liet and air, faeded doun to such a dul ueniformity of parchment- yelo, that it wuud hav bin hard to sae which was which.

   He had puut up a hand between his ies and th liet, and th verry boens of it seemd transpairent. So he sat, with a stedfastly vaecant gaez, pauzing in his werk. He never luukt at th figuer befor him, without ferst luuking doun on this sied of himself, then on that, as if he had lost th habit of asoeshiaeting plaes with sound; he never spoek, without ferst waandering in this maner, and forgeting to speek.

   "Ar U going to finish that pair of shoos to-dae?" askt Defarge, moeshuning to Mr. Lory to cum forward.

   "Whut did U sae?"

   "Do U meen to finish that pair of shoos to-dae?"

   "I can't sae that I meen to. I supoez so. I don't noe."

   But, th qeschun remiended him of his werk, and he bent oever it agen.

   Mr. Lory caem sielently forward, leeving th dauter bi th dor. When he had stuud, for a minit or too, bi th sied of Defarge, th shoomaeker luukt up. He shoed no serpriez at seeing anuther figuer, but th unstedy finggers of wun of his hands straed to his lips as he luukt at it (his lips and his naels wer of th saem pael leed-colour),


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and then th hand dropt to his werk, and he wuns mor bent oever th shoo. Th luuk and th acshun had ocuepied but an instant.

   "U hav a vizitor, U see," sed Monsieur Defarge.

   "Whut did U sae?"

   "Heer is a vizitor."

   Th shoomaeker luukt up as befor, but without remooving a hand frum his werk.

   "Cum!" sed Defarge. "Heer is monsieur, hoo noes a wel-maed shoo when he sees wun. Sho him that shoo U ar werking at. Taek it, monsieur."

   Mr. Lory tuuk it in his hand.

   "Tel monsieur whut kiend of shoo it is, and th maker's naem."

   Thair was a longger pauz than uezhual, befor th shoomaeker replied:

   "I forget whut it was U askt me. Whut did U sae?"

   "I sed, cuudn't U descrieb th kiend of shoo, for monsieur's informaeshun?"

   "It is a lady's shoo. It is a yung lady's wauking-shoo. It is in th prezent moed. I never saw th moed. I hav had a patern in mi hand." He glanst at th shoo with sum litl pasing tuch of pried.

   "And th maker's naem?" sed Defarge.

   Now that he had no werk to hoeld, he laed th nukls of th riet hand in th holo of th left, and then th nukls of th left hand in th holo of th riet, and then past a hand across his beerded chin, and so on in reguelar chaenjes, without a moment's intermishun. Th task of recalling him frum th vaegransy into which he allwaes sank when he had spoeken, was liek recalling sum verry weak person frum a swoon, or endeavouring, in th hoep of sum discloezher, to stae th spirit of a fast-dieing man.

   "Did U ask me for mi naem?"

   "Ashuredly I did."

   "Wun Hundred and Fiev, North Tower."

   "Is that all?"

   "Wun Hundred and Fiev, North Tower."

   With a weery sound that was not a si, nor a groen, he bent to werk agen, until th sielens was agen broeken.

   "U ar not a shoomaeker bi traed?" sed Mr. Lory, luuking stedfastly at him.

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qeschun to him: but as no help caem frum that qorter, thae ternd bak on th qeschuner when thae had saut th ground.

   "I am not a shoomaeker bi traed? No, I was not a shoomaeker bi traed. I -- I learnt it heer. I taut mieself. I askt leev to -- "

   He lapst awae, eeven for minits, ringing thoes mezherd chaenjes on his hands th hoel tiem. His ies caem sloely bak, at last, to th faes frum which thae had waanderd; when thae rested on it, he started, and rezoomd, in th maner of a sleeper that moement awaek, reverting to a subject of last niet.

   "I askt leev to teech mieself, and I got it with much dificulty after a long whiel, and I hav maed shoos ever sinss."

   As he held out his hand for th shoo that had bin taeken frum him, Mr. Lory sed, stil luuking stedfastly in his faes:

   "Monsieur Manette, do U remember nuthing of me?"

   Th shoo dropt to th ground, and he sat luuking fixedly at th qeschuner.

   "Monsieur Manette"; Mr. Lory laed his hand upon Defarge's arm; "do U remember nuthing of this man? Luuk at him. Luuk at me. Is thair no oeld banker, no oeld biznes, no oeld servant, no oeld tiem, riezing in yur miend, Monsieur Manette?"

   As th captiv of meny yeers sat luuking fixedly, bi terns, at Mr. Lory and at Defarge, sum long obliteraeted marks of an activly intent intelijens in th midl of th forhed, grajualy forst themselvs thru th blak mist that had fallen on him. Thae wer overclouded agen, thae wer fainter, thae wer gon; but thae had bin thair. And so exactly was th expreshun repeeted on th fair yung faes of her hoo had crept along th wall to a point wherr she cuud see him, and wherr she now stuud luuking at him, with hands which at ferst had bin oenly raezd in frietend compashun, if not eeven to keep him off and shut out th siet of him, but which wer now extending tords him, trembling with eegernes to lae th spectral faes upon her worm yung brest, and luv it bak to lief and hoep -- so exactly was th expreshun repeeted (tho in strongger carracters) on her fair yung faes, that it luukt as tho it had past liek a mooving liet, frum him to her.

   Darknes had faten on him in its plaes. He luukt at th too, les and les atentivly, and his ies in gloomy abstracshun saut th ground and luukt about him in th oeld wae. Fienaly, with a deep long si, he tuuk th shoo up, and rezoomd his werk.

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   "Yes; for a moement. At ferst I thaut it qiet hoeples, but I hav unqeschunably seen, for a singgl moement, th faes that I wuns nue so wel. Hush! Let us draw ferther bak. Hush!"

   She had moovd frum th wall of th garret, verry neer to th bench on which he sat. Thair was sumthing auful in his unconsciousness of th figuer that cuud hav puut out its hand and tucht him as he stoopt oever his laebor.

   Not a werd was spoeken, not a sound was maed. She stuud, liek a spirit, besied him, and he bent oever his werk.

   It hapend, at length, that he had ocaezhun to chaenj th instrument in his hand, for his shoemaker's nief. It lae on that sied of him which was not th sied on which she stuud. He had taeken it up, and was stooping to werk agen, when his ies caut th skert of her dres. He raezd them, and saw her faes. Th too spectaetors started forward, but she staed them with a moeshun of her hand. She had no feer of his strieking at her with th nief, tho thae had.

   He staird at her with a feerful luuk, and after a whiel his lips began to form sum werds, tho no sound proseeded frum them. Bi degrees, in th pauzes of his qik and laboured breething, he was herd to sae:

   "Whut is this?"

   With th teers streeming doun her faes, she puut her too hands to her lips, and kist them to him; then claspt them on her brest, as if she laed his rooind hed thair.

   "U ar not th gaoler's dauter?"

   She sied "No."

   "Hoo ar U?"

   Not yet trusting th toens of her vois, she sat doun on th bench besied him. He recoild, but she laed her hand upon his arm. A straenj thril struk him when she did so, and vizibly past oever his fraem; he laed th nief down' sofftly, as he sat stairing at her.

   Her goelden hair, which she wor in long curls, had bin herydly puusht asied, and fel doun oever her nek. Advansing his hand bi litl and litl, he tuuk it up and luukt at it. In th midst of th acshun he went astrae, and, with anuther deep si, fel to werk at his shoemaking.

   But not for long. Releesing his arm, she laed her hand upon his shoelder. After luuking doutfuly at it, too or three tiems, as if to be shur that it was reealy thair, he laed doun his werk, puut his hand to his nek, and tuuk off a blakend string with a scrap of foelded rag atacht to it. He


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oepend this, cairfuly, on his nee, and it contaend a verry litl qontity of hair: not mor than wun or too long goelden hairs, which he had, in sum oeld dae, wound off upon his fingger.

   He tuuk her hair into his hand agen, and luukt cloesly at it. "It is th saem. How can it be! When was it! How was it!"

   As th consentraeted expreshun reternd to his forhed, he seemd to becum conshus that it was in hers too. He ternd her fuul to th liet, and luukt at her.

   "She had laed her hed upon mi shoelder, that niet when I was sumond out -- she had a feer of mi going, tho I had nun -- and when I was braut to th North Tower thae found thees upon mi sleev. 'you wil leev me them? Thae can never help me to escaep in th body, tho thae mae in th spirit.' Thoes wer th werds I sed. I remember them verry wel."

   He formd this speech with his lips meny tiems befor he cuud uter it. But when he did fiend spoeken werds for it, thae caem to him coherently, tho sloely.

   "How was this? -- Was it U?"

   Wuns mor, th too spectaetors started, as he ternd upon her with a frietful sudennes. But she sat perfectly stil in his grasp, and oenly sed, in a lo vois, "I entreet U, guud jentlmen, do not cum neer us, do not speek, do not moov!"

   "Hark!" he exclaemd. "Hoos vois was that?"

   His hands releest her as he uterd this cri, and went up to his whiet hair, which thae tore in a frenzy. It died out, as evrything but his shoemaking did die out of him, and he re-foelded his litl paket and tried to secuer it in his brest; but he stil luukt at her, and gloomily shuuk his hed.

   "No, no, no; U ar too yung, too blooming. It can't be. See whut th prizoner is. Thees ar not th hands she nue, this is not th faes she nue, this is not a vois she ever herd. No, no. She was -- and He was -- befor th slo yeers of th North Tower -- aejes ago. Whut is yur naem, mi jentl aenjel?"

   Haeling his soffend toen and maner, his dauter fel upon her nees befor him, with her apeeling hands upon his brest.

   "O, ser, at anuther tiem U shal noe mi naem, and hoo mi muther was, and hoo mi faather, and how I never nue thair hard, hard history. But I cannot tel U at this tiem, and I cannot tel U heer. All that I


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mae tel U, heer and now, is, that I prae to U to tuch me and to bles me. Kis me, kis me! O mi deer, mi deer!"

   His coeld whiet hed minggld with her raediant hair, which wormd and lieted it as tho it wer th liet of Freedom shiening on him.

   "If U heer in mi vois -- I don't noe that it is so, but I hoep it is -- if U heer in mi vois eny rezemblans to a vois that wuns was sweet muezic in yur eers, weep for it, weep for it! If U tuch, in tuching mi hair, enything that recalls a beluved hed that lae on yur brest when U wer yung and free, weep for it, weep for it! If, when I hint to U of a Hoem that is befor us, wherr I wil be troo to U with all mi duety and with all mi faethful servis, I bring bak th remembrans of a Hoem long desolet, whiel yur pur hart pined awae, weep for it, weep for it!"

   She held him cloeser round th nek, and rokt him on her brest liek a chield.

   "If, when I tel U, deerest deer, that yur agony is oever, and that I hav cum heer to taek U frum it, and that we go to England to be at pees and at rest, I cauz U to think of yur uesful lief laed waest, and of our naetiv France so wiked to U, weep for it, weep for it! And if, when I shal tel U of mi naem, and of mi faather hoo is living, and of mi muther hoo is ded, U lern that I hav to neel to mi onord faather, and implor his pardon for having never for his saek striven all dae and laen awaek and wept all niet, becauz th luv of mi pur muther hid his torcher frum me, weep for it, weep for it! Weep for her, then, and for me! Guud jentlmen, thank God! I feel his saecred teers upon mi faes, and his sobs striek agenst mi hart. O, see! Thank God for us, thank God!"

   He had sunk in her arms, and his faes dropt on her brest: a siet so tuching, yet so terribl in th tremendus rong and sufering which had gon befor it, that th too beholders cuverd thair faeses.

   When th qieet of th garret had bin long undisterbd, and his heeving brest and shaeken form had long yeelded to th caam that must folo all storms -- emblem to huemanity, of th rest and sielens into which th storm calld Lief must hush at last -- thae caem forward to raez th faather and dauter frum th ground. He had grajualy dropt to th flor, and lae thair in a letharjy, worn out. She had nesld doun with him, that his hed miet lie upon her arm; and her hair drooping oever him curtend him frum th liet.

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as he stoopt oever them, after repeeted blowings of his noez, "all cuud be araenjd for our leeving Paris at wuns, so that, frum th, verry dor, he cuud be taeken awae -- "

   "But, consider. Is he fit for th jerny?" askt Mr. Lory.

   "Mor fit for that, I think, than to remaen in this sity, so dredful to him."

   "It is troo," sed Defarge, hoo was neeling to luuk on and heer. "Mor than that; Monsieur Manette is, for all reezons, best out of France. Sae, shal I hier a carrej and poest-horses?"

   "That's biznes," sed Mr. Lory, rezooming on th shortest noetis his methodical maners; "and if biznes is to be dun, I had beter do it."

   "Then be so kiend," erjd Mis Manette, "as to leev us heer. U see how compoezd he has becum, and U cannot be afraed to leev him with me now. Whi shuud U be? If U wil lok th dor to secuer us frum interupshun, I do not dout that U wil fiend him, when U cum bak, as qieet as U leev him. In eny caes, I wil taek cair of him until U retern, and then we wil remoov him straet."

   Boeth Mr. Lory and Defarge wer rather disinclined to this cors, and in faevor of wun of them remaening. But, as thair wer not oenly carrej and horses to be seen to, but traveling paepers; and as tiem prest, for th dae was drawing to an end, it caem at last to thair haestily divieding th biznes that was nesesairy to be dun, and herying awae to do it.

   Then, as th darknes cloezd in, th dauter laed her hed doun on th hard ground cloes at th father's sied, and wocht him. Th darknes deepend and deepend, and thae boeth lae qieet, until a liet gleemd thru th chinks in th wall.

   Mr. Lory and Monsieur Defarge had maed all redy for th jerny, and had braut with them, besieds traveling cloaks and rapers, bred and meet, wien, and hot coffy. Monsieur Defarge puut this provender, and th lamp he carryd, on th shoemaker's bench (thair was nuthing els in th garret but a palet bed), and he and Mr. Lory rouzd th captiv, and asisted him to his feet.

   No hueman intelijens cuud hav reed th misterys of his miend, in th scaird blank wunder of his faes. Whether he nue whut had hapend, whether he recolected whut thae had sed to him, whether he nue that he was free, wer qeschuns which no sagasity cuud hav solvd. Thae tried speeking to him; but, he was so confuezd, and so verry slo to anser, that thae tuuk friet at his bewilderment, and agreed for th tiem to tamper with him no mor. He had a wield, lost maner of


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ocaezhunaly clasping his hed in his hands, that had not bin seen in him befor; yet, he had sum plezher in th meer sound of his daughter's vois, and invairiably ternd to it when she spoek.

   In th submisiv wae of wun long acustomd to oebae under coeershun, he aet and drank whut thae gaev him to eet and drink, and puut on th cloek and uther wrappings, that thae gaev him to wair. He redily responded to his daughter's drawing her arm thru his, and tuuk -- and kept -- her hand in boeth his oen.

   Thae began to desend; Monsieur Defarge going ferst with th lamp, Mr. Lory cloezing th litl proseshun. Thae had not traverst meny steps of th long maen staircaes when he stopt, and staird at th roof and round at th waels.

   "U remember th plaes, mi faather? U remember cuming up heer?"

   "Whut did U sae?"

   But, befor she cuud repeet th qeschun, he mermerd an anser as if she had repeeted it.

   "Remember? No, I don't remember. It was so verry long ago."

   That he had no recolecshun whutever of his having bin braut frum his prizon to that hous, was aparrent to them. Thae beerd him muter, "Wun Hundred and Fiev, North Tower;" and when he luukt about him, it evidently was for th strong fortres-walls which had long encompast him. On thair reeching th cort-yard he instinktivly allterd his tred, as being in expectaeshun of a drawbrij; and when thair was no drawbrij, and he saw th carrej waeting in th oepen street, he dropt his daughter's hand and claspt his hed agen.

   No croud was about th dor; no peepl wer disernibl at eny of th meny windoes; not eeven a chans paserbi was in th street. An unnacheral sielens and dezershun raend thair. Oenly wun soel was to be seen, and that was Madame Defarge -- hoo leend agenst th dor-poest, niting, and saw nuthing.

   Th prizoner had got into a coech, and his dauter had foloed him, when Mr. Lorry's feet wer arested on th step bi his asking, mizerably, for his shoemaking tools and th unfinisht shoos. Madame Defarge imeedyetly calld to her huzband that she wuud get them, and went, niting, out of th lampliet, thru th cort-yard. She qikly braut them doun and handed them in; -- and imeedyetly afterwards leend agenst th dor-poest, niting, and saw nuthing.

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postilion crakt his whip, and thae claterd awae under th feebl oever- swinging lamps.

   Under th oever-swinging lamps -- swinging ever brieter in th beter streets, and ever dimer in th wers -- and bi lieted shops, gae crouds, iloominaeted coffy-houses, and theeater-dors, to wun of th sity gaets. Soeljers with lanterns, at th gard-hous thair. "Yur paepers, travelers!" "See heer then, Monsieur th Offiser," sed Defarge, geting doun, and taeking him graevly apart, "thees ar th paepers of monsieur insied, with th whiet hed. Thae wer consiend to me, with him, at th -- " He dropt his vois, thair was a fluter amung th militairy lanterns, and wun of them being handed into th coech bi an arm in ueniform, th ies conected with th arm luukt, not an evry dae or an evry niet luuk, at monsieur with th whiet hed. "It is wel. Forward!" frum th ueniform. "Adieu!" frum Defarge. And so, under a short groev of feebler and feebler oever-swinging lamps, out under th graet groev of stars.

   Beneeth that arch of unmoovd and eternal liets; sum, so remoet frum this litl erth that th lernd tel us it is doutful whether thair raes hav eeven yet discuverd it, as a point in spaes wherr enything is suferd or dun: th shadoes of th niet wer braud and blak. All thru th coeld and restles interval, until daun, thae wuns mor whisperd in th eers of Mr. Jarvis Lory -- siting opozit th berryd man hoo had bin dug out, and wundering whut sutl powers wer for ever lost to him, and whut wer caepabl of restoraeshun -- th oeld inqiery:

   "I hoep U cair to be recalld to lief?"

   And th oeld anser:

   "I can't sae." TH END OF TH FERST BUUK.


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Buuk 2

BUUK TH SECOND -- TH GOELDEN

THRED


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FIEV YEERS LAETER

   TELLSON'S BANK bi Templ Bar was an oeld-fashund plaes, eeven in th yeer wun thouzand seven hundred and aety. It was verry small, verry dark, verry ugly, verry incomoedius. It was an oeld-fashund plaes, moroever, in th moral atribuet that th partners in th Hous wer proud of its smallnes, proud of its darknes, proud of its uglynes, proud of its incommodiousness. Thae wer eeven boestful of its eminens in thoes particuelars, and wer fierd bi an expres convicshun that, if it wer les objecshunabl, it wuud be les respectabl. This was no pasiv beleef, but an activ wepon which thae flasht at mor conveenyunt plaeses of biznes. Tellson's (thae sed) wonted no elbo-room, Tellson's wonted no liet, Tellson's wonted no embelishment. Noakes and Co.'s miet, or Snooks Brothers' miet; but Tellson's, thank Heven! --

   Eny wun of thees partners wuud hav disinherrited his sun on th qeschun of re-bilding Tellson's. In this respect th Hous was much on a par with th Cuntry; which did verry offen disinherrit its suns for sugjesting improovments in laws and customs that had long bin hiely objecshunabl, but wer oenly th mor respectabl.

   Thus it had cum to pas, that Tellson's was th trieumfant perfecshun of inconveenyuns. After bersting oepen a dor of idiotic obstinasy with a weak ratl in its throet, U fel into Tellson's doun too steps, and caem to yur senses in a mizerabl litl shop, with too litl counters, wherr th oeldest of men maed yur cheque shaek as if th wind rusld it, whiel thae examind th signacher bi th dingiest of windoes, which wer allwaes under a shower-bath of mud frum Fleet-street, and which wer maed th dingier bi thair oen ieern bars proper, and th hevy shado of


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Templ Bar. If yur biznes nesesitaeted yur seeing "th Hous," U wer puut into a speeshys of Condemd Hoeld at th bak, wherr U meditaeted on a misspent lief, until th Hous caem with its bands in its pokets, and U cuud hardly blink at it in th dizmal twieliet. Yur muny caem out of, or went into, wermy oeld wuuden drors, particls of which floo up yur noez and doun yur throet when thae wer oepend and shut. Yur bank-noets had a musty odour, as if thae wer fast deecompoezing into rags agen. Yur plaet was stoed awae amung th neighbouring cesspools, and eevil comuenicaeshuns corupted its guud polish in a dae or too. Yur deeds got into extemporised strong-rooms maed of kichens and sculleries, and freted all th fat out of thair parchments into th banking-hous air. Yur lieter boxes of family paepers went up-stairs into a Barmecide room, that allwaes had a graet diening- taebl in it and never had a diner, and wherr, eeven in th yeer wun thouzand seven hundred and aety, th ferst leters riten to U bi yur oeld luv, or bi yur litl children, wer but nuely releest frum th horror of being ogld thru th windoes, bi th heds expoezd on Templ Bar with an insensate brootality and ferosity werthy of Abyssinia or Ashantee.

   But indeed, at that tiem, puuting to deth was a resipy much in voeg with all traeds and profeshuns, and not leest of all with Tellson's. Deth is Nature's remedy for all things, and whi not Legislation's? Acordingly, th forjer was puut to Deth; th utterer of a bad noet was puut to Deth; th unlawful oepener of a leter was puut to Deth; th purloiner of forty shilings and sixpence was puut to Deth; th hoelder of a hors at Tellson's dor, hoo maed off with it, was puut to Deth; th coiner of a bad shiling was puut to Deth; th sounders of three-fourths of th noets in th hoel gamut of Criem, wer puut to Deth. Not that it did th leest guud in th wae of prevenshun -- it miet allmoest hav bin werth remarking that th fact was exactly th revers -- but, it cleerd off (as to this werld) th trubl of eech particuelar caes, and left nuthing els conected with it to be luukt after. Thus, Tellson's, in its dae, liek graeter plaeses of biznes, its contemporairys, had taeken so meny lievs, that, if th heds laed lo befor it had bin raenjd on Templ Bar insted of being prievetly dispoezd of, thae wuud probably hav exclooded whut litl liet th ground flor bad, in a rather significant maner.

   Cramped in all kiends of dun cubords and hutches at Tellson's, th oeldest of men carryd on th biznes graevly. When thae tuuk a yung man into Tellson's London hous, thae hid him sumwherr til he was


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oeld. Thae kept him in a dark plaes, liek a cheez, until he had th fuul Tellson flavour and bloo-moeld upon him. Then oenly was he permited to be seen, spectacuelarly poring oever larj buuks, and casting his breeches and gaeters into th jeneral waet of th establishment.

   Outsied Tellson's -- never bi eny meens in it, unles calld in -- was an od-job-man, an ocaezhunal porter and mesenjer, hoo servd as th liv sien of th hous. He was never absent during biznes ours, unles upon an errand, and then he was reprezented bi his sun: a grizly erchin of twelv, hoo was his expres imej. Peepl understuud that Tellson's, in a staetly wae, toleraeted th od-job-man. Th hous had allwaes toleraeted sum person in that capasity, and tiem and tied had drifted this person to th poest. His sernaem was Cruncher, and on th yoothful ocaezhun of his renounsing bi proxy th werks of darknes, in th eesterly parrish cherch of Hounsditch, he had reseevd th aded apelaeshun of Jerry.

   Th seen was Mr. Cruncher's prievet lojing in Hanging-sord-aly, Whitefriars: th tiem, haf-past seven of th clok on a windy March morning, Anno Domini seventeen hundred and aety. (Mr. Cruncher himself allwaes spoek of th yeer of our Lord as Anna Dominoes: aparrently under th impreshun that th Christian eera daeted frum th invenshun of a popuelar gaem, bi a laedy hoo had bestoed her naem upon it.)

   Mr. Cruncher's apartments wer not in a savoury naeborhuud, and wer but too in number, eeven if a clozet with a singgl paen of glas in it miet be counted as wun. But thae wer verry deesently kept. Erly as it was, on th windy March morning, th room in which he lae abed was allredy scrubd thruout; and between th cups and sausers araenjd for brekfast, and th lumbering deel taebl, a verry cleen whiet clauth was spred.

   Mr. Cruncher repoezd under a pachwerk counterpaen, liek a Harliqin at hoem. At fast, he slept hevily, but, bi degrees, began to roel and serj in bed, until he roez abuv th serfis, with his spiky hair luuking as if it must tair th sheets to ribons. At which junkcher, he exclaemd, in a vois of dier exasperaeshun:

   "Bust me, if she ain't at it agin!"

   A wuuman of orderly and industrius apeerans roez frum her nees in a corner, with sufishent haest and trepidaeshun to sho that she was th person referd to.


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   "Whut!" sed Mr. Cruncher, luuking out of bed for a boot. "U'r at it agin, ar U?"

   After haeling th mom with this second saluetaeshun, he throo a boot at th wuuman as a therd. It was a verry mudy boot, and mae introdues th od sercumstans conected with Mr. Cruncher's domestic economy, that, wherras he offen caem hoem after banking ours with cleen boots, he offen got up next morning to fiend th saem boots cuverd with clae.

   "Whut," sed Mr. Cruncher, vairying his apostrofy after mising his mark -- "whut ar U up to, Aggerawayter?"

   "I was oenly saeing mi prairs."

   "Saeing yur prairs! U'r a nies wuuman! Whut do U meen bi floping yurself doun and praeing agin me?"

   "I was not praeing agenst U; I was praeing for U."

   "U wern't. And if U wer, I woen't be tuuk th liberty with. Heer! yur mother's a nies wuuman, yung Jerry, going a praeing agin yur father's prosperrity. U'v got a duetyful muther, U hav, mi sun. U'v got a relijus muther, U hav, mi boi: going and floping herself doun, and praeing that th bred-and-buter mae be snacht out of th mouth of her oenly chield."

   Master Cruncher (hoo was in his shert) tuuk this verry il, and, terning to his muther, strongly deprecated eny praeing awae of his personal bord.

   "And whut do U supoez, U conseeted feemael," sed Mr. Cruncher, with unconshus inconsistensy, "that th werth of yur prairs mae be? Naem th pries that U puut yur prairs at!"

   "Thae oenly cum frum th hart, Jerry. Thae ar werth no mor than that."

   "Werth no mor than that," repeeted Mr. Cruncher. "Thae ain't werth much, then. Whether or no, I woen't be praed agin, I tel U. I can't aford it. I'm not a going to be maed unluky bi yur sneeking. If U must go floping yurself doun, flop in faevor of yur huzband and chield, and not in opozishun to 'em. If I had had eny but a unnat'ral wief, and this pur boi had had eny but a unnat'ral muther, I miet hav maed sum muny last week insted of being counter-praed and countermined and relijusly circumwented into th werst of luk. B-u-u-ust me!" sed Mr. Cruncher, hoo all this tiem had bin puuting on his cloeths, "if I ain't, whut with pieety and wun blowed thing and anuther, bin choused this last week into as bad luk as ever a pur devil of a onest traedzman met with! Yung Jerry, dres yurself, mi boi, and


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whiel I cleen mi boots keep a ie upon yur muther now and then, and if U see eny siens of mor floping, giv me a call. For, I tel U," heer he adrest his wief wuns mor, "I woen't be gon agin, in this maner. I am as rikety as a hakny-coech, I'm as sleepy as laudanum, mi liens is straend to that degree that I shuudn't noe, if it wasn't for th paen in 'em, which was me and which sumbody els, yet I'm nun th beter for it in poket; and it's mi suspishun that U'v bin at it frum morning to niet to prevent me frum being th beter for it in poket, and I woen't puut up with it, Aggerawayter, and whut do U sae now!"

   Grouling, in adishun, such fraezes as "Aa! yes! U'r relijus, too. U wuudn't puut yurself in opozishun to th interests of yur huzband and chield, wuud U? Not U!" and throeing off uther sarcastic sparks frum th wherling griendstoen of his indignaeshun, Mr. Cruncher betook himself to his boot-cleening and his jeneral preparaeshun for biznes. In th meentiem, his sun, hoos hed was garnished with tenderer spieks, and hoos yung ies stuud cloes bi wun anuther, as his father's did, kept th reqierd woch upon his muther. He graetly disterbd that pur wuuman at intervals, bi darting out of his sleeping clozet, wherr he maed his toilet, with a suprest cri of "U ar going to flop, muther. -- Halloa, faather!" and, after raezing this fictishus alarm, darting in agen with an undutiful grin.

   Mr. Cruncher's temper was not at all improovd when he caem to his brekfast. He rezented Mrs. Cruncher's saeing graes with particuelar animosity.

   "Now, Aggerawayter! Whut ar U up to? At it agen?"

   His wief explaend that she had meerly "askt a blesing."

   "Don't do it!" sed Mr. Crunches luuking about, as if he rather expected to see th loef disapeer under th eficasy of his wife's petishuns. "I ain't a going to be blest out of hous and hoem. I woen't hav mi wittles blest off mi taebl. Keep stil!"

   Exseedingly red-ied and grim, as if he had bin up all niet at a party which had taeken enything but a convivial tern, Jerry Cruncher weryd his brekfast rather than aet it, grouling oever it liek eny foer-fuuted inmaet of a menajery. Tords nien o'clok he smoothd his rufld aspect, and, prezenting as respectabl and biznes-liek an exteerior as he cuud oeverlae his nacheral self with, ishood forth to th ocuepaeshun of th dae.

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stool, maed out of a broeken-bakt chair cut doun, which stool, yung Jerry, wauking at his father's sied, carryd evry morning to beneeth th banking-hous windo that was neerest Templ Bar: wherr, with th adishun of th ferst handful of straw that cuud be gleend frum eny pasing veeicl to keep th coeld and wet frum th od-job-man's feet, it formd th encampment for th dae. On this poest of his, Mr. Cruncher was as wel noen to Fleet-street and th Templ, as th Bar itself, -- and was allmoest as il-luuking.

   Encampt at a qorter befor nien, in guud tiem to tuch his three- cornerd hat to th oeldest of men as thae past in to Tellson's, Jerry tuuk up his staeshun on this windy March morning, with yung Jerry standing bi him, when not engaejd in maeking foraes thru th Bar, to inflict bodily and mental injerys of an acuet descripshun on pasing bois hoo wer small enuf for his aemiabl perpos. Faather and sun, extreemly liek eech uther, luuking sielently on at th morning trafic in Fleet- street, with thair too heds as neer to wun anuther as th too ies of eech wer, bor a considerabl rezemblans to a pair of munkys. Th rezemblans was not lesend bi th acsidental sercumstans, that th matur Jerry bit and spat out straw, whiel th twinkling ies of th yoothful Jerry wer as restlesly wochful of him as of evrything els in Fleet-street.

   Th hed of wun of th reguelar indor mesenjers atacht to Tellson's establishment was puut thru th dor, and th werd was given:

   "Porter wonted!"

   "Hoorae, faather! Heer's an erly job to begin with!"

   Having thus given his pairent God speed, yung Jerry seeted himself on th stool, enterd on his reverzhunairy interest in th straw his faather had bin chooing, and cogitated.

   "Al-waes rusty! His finggers is allwaes rusty!" muterd yung Jerry. "Wherr duz mi faather get all that ieern rust frum? He don't get no ieern rust heer!"


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A SIET

   "U NOE th Oeld Bailey, wel, no dout?" sed wun of th oeldest of clerks to Jerry th mesenjer.

   "Ye-es, ser," reternd Jerry, in sumthing of a daugd maner. "I do noe th Bailey."

   "Just so. And U noe Mr. Lory."

   "I noe Mr. Lory, ser, much beter than I noe th Bailey. Much beter," sed Jerry, not unliek a reluctant witnes at th establishment in qeschun, "than I, as a onest traedzman, wish to noe th Bailey."

   "Verry wel. Fiend th dor wherr th witneses go in, and sho th dor-keeper this noet for Mr. Lory. He wil then let U in."

   "Into th cort, ser?"

   "Into th cort."

   Mr. Cruncher's ies seemd to get a litl cloeser to wun anuther, and to interchaenj th inqiery, "Whut do U think of this?"

   "Am I to waet in th cort, ser?" he askt, as th rezult of that conferens.

   "I am going to tel U. Th dor-keeper wil pas th noet to Mr. Lory, and do U maek eny jescher that wil atract Mr. Lorry's atenshun, and sho him wherr U stand. Then whut U hav to do, is, to remaen thair until he wonts U."

   "Is that all, ser?"

   "That's all. He wishes to hav a mesenjer at hand. This is to tel him U ar thair."

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Cruncher, after servaeing him in sielens until he caem to th bloting- paeper staej, remarkt:

   "I supoez thae'l be trieing Forjerys this morning?"

   "Treezon!"

   "That's quartering," sed Jerry. "Barbarus!"

   "It is th law," remarkt th aenshent clerk, terning his serpriezd spectacls upon him. "It is th law."

   "It's hard in th law to spile a man, I think. Ifs hard enuf to kil him, but it's wery hard to spile him, ser."

   "Not at all," retaend th aenshent clerk. "Speek wel of th law. Taek cair of yur chest and vois, mi guud frend, and leev th law to taek cair of itself. I giv U that advies."

   "It's th damp, ser, whut setls on mi chest and vois," sed Jerry. "I leev U to juj whut a damp wae of erning a living mien is."

   "Wel, wel," sed th oeld clerk; "we all hav our vairius waes of gaening a lievlyhuud. Sum of us hav damp waes, and sum of us hav dri waes. Heer is th leter. Go along."

   Jerry tuuk th leter, and, remarking to himself with les internal deferens than he maed an outward sho of, "U ar a leen oeld wun, too," maed his bow, informd his sun, in pasing, of his destinaeshun, and went his wae.

   Thae hangd at Tyburn, in thoes daes, so th street outsied Newgate had not obtaend wun infamus noetorieety that has sinss atacht to it. But, th jael was a viel plaes, in which moest kiends of debauchery and vilany wer practist, and wherr dier dizeezes wer bred, that caem into cort with th prizoners, and sumtiems rusht straet frum th dok at mi Lord Cheef Justis himself, and puuld him off th bench. It had mor than wuns hapend, that th Juj in th blak cap pronounst his oen doom as sertenly as th prisoner's, and eeven died befor him. For th rest, th Oeld Bailey was faemus as a kiend of dedly in-yard, frum which pael travelers set out continuealy, in carts and coeches, on a vieolent pasej into th uther werld: traversing sum too miels and a haf of public street and roed, and shaming fue guud sitizens, if eny. So powerful is ues, and so dezierabl to be guud ues in th begining. It was faemus, too, for th pilory, a wiez oeld institueshun, that inflicted a punishment of which no wun cuud forsee th extent; allso, for th whiping-poest, anuther deer oeld institueshun, verry humanising and soffening to behoeld in acshun; allso, for extensiv transacshuns in blud-muny, anuther fragment of ansestral wizdom, sistematicaly


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leeding to th moest frietful mersenairy criems that cuud be comited under Heven. Alltogether, th Oeld Bailey, at that daet, was a chois ilustraeshun of th preesept, that "Whutever is is riet;" an aforizm that wuud be as fienal as it is laezy, did it not inclood th trublsum conseqens, that nuthing that ever was, was rong.

   Maeking his wae thru th taented croud, disperst up and doun this hidius seen of acshun, with th skil of a man acustomd to maek his wae qieetly, th mesenjer found out th dor he saut, and handed in his leter thru a trap in it. For, peepl then paed to see th plae at th Oeld Bailey, just as thae paed to see th plae in Bedlam -- oenly th former entertaenment was much th deerer. Thairfor, all th Oeld Bailey dors wer wel garded -- exsept, indeed, th soeshal dors bi which th criminals got thair, and thoes wer allwaes left wied oepen.

   After sum delae and demer, th dor grujingly ternd on its hinjes a verry litl wae, and alowd Mr. Jerry Cruncher to sqeez himself into cort.

   "Whut's on?" he askt, in a whisper, of th man he found himself next to.

   "Nuthing yet."

   "Whut's cuming on?"

   "Th Treezon caes."

   "Th quartering wun, eh?"

   "Aa!" reternd th man, with a relish; "he'l be drawn on a herdl to be haf hangd, and then he'l be taeken doun and sliest befor his oen faes, and then his insied wil be taeken out and bernt whiel he luuks on, and then his hed wil be chopt off, and he'l be cut into qorters. That's th sentens."

   "If he's found Gilty, U meen to sae?" Jerry aded, bi wae of proviezo.

   "O! thae'l fiend him gilty," sed th uther. "Don't U be afraed of that."

   Mr. Cruncher's atenshun was heer diverted to th dor-keeper, hoom he saw maeking his wae to Mr. Lory, with th noet in his hand. Mr. Lory sat at a taebl, amung th jentlmen in wigs: not far frum a wigged jentlman, th prisoner's counsel, hoo had a graet bundl of paepers befor him: and neerly opozit anuther wigged jentlman with his hands in his pokets, hoos hoel atenshun, when Mr. Cruncher luukt at him then or afterwards, seemd to be consentraeted on th seeling of th cort. After sum gruf caufing and rubing of his chin and siening with his


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hand, Jerry atracted th noetis of Mr. Lory, hoo had stuud up to luuk for him, and hoo qieetly noded and sat doun agen.

   "Whut's he got to do with th caes?" askt th man he had spoeken with.

   "Blest if I noe," sed Jerry.

   "Whut hav U got to do with it, then, if a person mae inqier?"

   "Blest if I noe that eether," sed Jerry.

   Th entrans of th Juj, and a conseqent graet ster and setling doun in th cort, stopt th diealog. Prezently, th dok becaem th sentral point of interest. Too gaolers, hoo had bin standing thair, wont out, and th prizoner was braut in, and puut to th bar.

   Evrybody prezent, exsept th wun wigged jentlman hoo luukt at th seeling, staird at him. All th hueman breth in th plaes, roeld at him, liek a see, or a wind, or a fier. Eeger faeses straend round pilars and corners, to get a siet of him; spectaetors in bak roes stuud up, not to mis a hair of him; peepl on th flor of th cort, laed thair hands on th shoelders of th peepl befor them, to help themselvs, at anybody's cost, to a vue of him -- stuud a-tiptoe, got upon lejes, stuud upon next to nuthing, to see evry inch of him. Conspicueus amung thees later, liek an animaeted bit of th spiekt wall of Newgate, Jerry stuud: aeming at th prizoner th beery breth of a whet he had taeken as he caem along, and discharjing it to minggl with th waevs of uther beer, and jin, and tee, and coffy, and whut not, that floed at him, and allredy broek upon th graet windoes behiend him in an impuer mist and raen.

   Th object of all this stairing and blairing, was a yung man of about fiev-and-twenty, wel-groen and wel-luuking, with a sunbernt cheek and a dark ie. This condishun was that of a yung jentlman. He was plaenly drest in blak, or verry dark grae, and his hair, which was long and dark, was gatherd in a ribon at th bak of his nek; mor to be out of his wae than for ornament. As an emoeshun of th miend wil expres itself thru eny cuvering of th body, so th paelnes which his sichuaeshun enjenderd caem thru th broun upon his cheek, shoeing th soel to be strongger than th sun. He was utherwiez qiet self-pozest, bowd to th Juj, and stuud qieet.

   Th sort of interest with which this man was staird and breethd at, was not a sort that elevaeted huemanity. Had he stuud in perril of a les horribl sentens -- had thair bin a chans of eny wun of its savej deetaels being spaird -- bi just so much wuud he hav lost in his fasinaeshun. Th form that was to be doomd to be so shamefully manggld, was th


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siet; th imortal creecher that was to be so buucherd and torn asunder, yeelded th sensaeshun. Whutever gloss th vairius spectaetors puut upon th interest, acording to thair several arts and powers of self-deseet, th interest was, at th root of it, Ogreish.

   Sielens in th cort! Charles Darnay had yesterdae pleeded Not Gilty to an indietment denounsing him (with infinit jinggl and janggl) for that he was a falls traetor to our sereen, ilustrius, exselent, and so forth, prins, our Lord th King, bi reezon of his having, on dievers ocaezhuns, and bi dievers meens and waes, asisted Lewis, th French King, in his wors agenst our sed sereen, ilustrius, exselent, and so forth; that was to sae, bi cuming and going, between th dominyons of our sed sereen, ilustrius, exselent, and so forth, and thoes of th sed French Lewis, and wikedly, fallsly, traitorously, and utherwiez eevil -- adverbiously, reveeling to th sed French Lewis whut forses our sed sereen, ilustrius, exselent, and so forth, had in preparaeshun to send to Canada and North America. This much, Jerry, with his hed becuming mor and mor spiky as th law terms brisld it, maed out with huej satisfacshun, and so arievd circuitously at th understanding that th aforsed, and oever and oever agen aforsed, Charles Darnay, stuud thair befor him upon his trieal; that th jury wer swairing in; and that Mr. Aterny-Jeneral was maeking redy to speek.

   Th acuezd, hoo was (and hoo nue he was) being mentaly hangd, beheded, and quartered, bi evrybody thair, neether flinched frum th sichuaeshun, nor asoomd eny theatrical air in it. He was qieet and atentiv; wocht th oepening proseedings with a graev interest; and stuud with his hands resting on th slab of wuud befor him, so composedly, that thae had not displaest a leef of th herbs with which it was stroon. Th cort was all bestrewn with herbs and sprinkld with vinegar, as a precaushun agenst jael air and jael feever.

   Oever th prisoner's hed thair was a miror, to thro th liet doun upon him. Crouds of th wiked and th reched had bin reflected in it, and had past frum its serfis and this earth's together. Haunted in a moest gastly maner that abominabl plaes wuud hav bin, if th glas cuud ever hav renderd bak its reflecshuns, as th oeshan is wun dae to giv up its ded. Sum pasing thaut of th infamy and disgraes for which it had bin rezervd, mae hav struk th prisoner's miend. Be that as it mae, a chaenj in his pozishun maeking him conshus of a bar of liet across his faes, he luukt up; and when he saw th glas his faes flusht, and his riet hand puusht th herbs awae.


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   It hapend, that th acshun ternd his faes to that sied of th cort which was on his left. About on a level with his ies, thair sat, in that corner of th Judge's bench, too persons upon hoom his luuk imeedyetly rested; so imeedyetly, and so much to th chaenjing of his aspect, that all th ies that wer taemd upon him, ternd to them.

   Th spectaetors saw in th too figuers, a yung laedy of litl mor than twenty, and a jentlman hoo was evidently her faather; a man of a verry remarkabl apeerans in respect of th absoloot whietnes of his hair, and a serten indescriebabl intensity of faes: not of an activ kiend, but pondering and self-communing. When this expreshun was upon him, he luukt as if he wer oeld; but when it was sterd and broeken up -- as it was now, in a moement, on his speeking to his dauter -- he becaem a hansum man, not past th priem of lief.

   His dauter had wun of her hands drawn thru his arm, as she sat bi him, and th uther prest upon it. She had drawn cloes to him, in her dred of th seen, and in her pity for th prizoner. Her forhed had bin striekingly expresiv of an engroesing terror and compashun that saw nuthing but th perril of th acuezd. This had bin so verry noetisabl, so verry powerfuly and nacheraly shoen, that starers hoo had had no pity for him wer tucht bi her; and th whisper went about, "Hoo ar thae?"

   Jerry, th mesenjer, hoo had maed his oen obzervaeshuns, in his oen maner, and hoo had bin suking th rust off his finggers in his absorpshun, strecht his nek to heer hoo thae wer. Th croud about him had prest and past th inqiery on to th neerest atendant, and frum him it had bin mor sloely prest and past bak; at last it got to Jerry:

   "Witneses."

   "For which sied?"

   "Agenst."

   "Agenst whut sied?"

   "Th prisoner's."

   Th Juj, hoos ies had gon in th jeneral direcshun, recalld them, leend bak in his seet, and luukt stedily at th man hoos lief was in his hand, as Mr. Aterny-Jeneral roez to spin th roep, griend th ax, and hamer th naels into th scafold.


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A DISAPOINTMENT

   MR. ATERNY-JENERAL had to inform th jury, that th prizoner befor them, tho yung in yeers, was oeld in th treezonabl practises which claemd th forfit of his lief. That this corespondens with th public enemy was not a corespondens of to-dae, or of yesterdae, or eeven of last yeer, or of th yeer befor. That, it was serten th prizoner had, for longger than that, bin in th habit of pasing and repassing between France and England, on seecret biznes of which he cuud giv no onest acount. That, if it wer in th naecher of traetorius waes to thriev (which hapily it never was), th reeal wikednes and gilt of his biznes miet hav remaend undiscovered. That Providens, however, had puut it into th hart of a person hoo was beyond feer and beyond reproech, to ferret out th naecher of th prisoner's skeems, and, struk with horror, to discloez them to his Majesty's Cheef Secretairy of Staet and moest honourable Privy Counsil. That, this paetriot wuud be produest befor them. That, his pozishun and atitued wer, on th hoel, subliem. That, he had bin th prisoner's frend, but, at wuns in an auspishus and an eevil our detecting his infamy, had rezolvd to imoelaet th traetor he cuud no longger cherrish in his buuzom, on th saecred alltar of his cuntry. That, if stachoos wer decreed in Britain, as in aenshent Greece and Rome, to public benefactors, this shiening sitizen wuud ashuredly hav had wun. That, as thae wer not so decreed, he probably wuud not hav wun. That, Verchoo, as had bin obzervd bi th poeets (in meny pasejes which he wel nue th jury wuud hav, werd for werd, at th tips of thair tungs; wherrat th jury's countenances displaed a gilty conshusnes that thae nue nuthing about th pasejes),


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was in a maner contaejus; mor espeshaly th briet verchoo noen as paetriotizm, or luv of cuntry. That, th loffty exampl of this imacuelet and unimpeechabl witnes for th Croun, to refer to hoom however unwerthily was an onor, had comuenicaeted itself to th prisoner's servant, and had enjenderd in him a hoely determinaeshun to examin his master's taebl-drors and pokets, and secreet his paepers. That, he (Mr. Aterny-Jeneral) was prepaird to heer sum disparrejment atempted of this admerabl servant; but that, in a jeneral wae, he preferd him to his (Mr. Aterny-General's) bruthers and sisters, and onord him mor than his (Mr. Aterny-General's) faather and muther. That, he calld with confidens on th jury to cum and do liekwiez. That, th evidens of thees too witneses, cupld with th docuements of thair discuvering that wuud be produest, wuud sho th prizoner to hav bin fernisht with lists of his Majesty's forses, and of thair dispozishun and preparaeshun, boeth bi see and land, and wuud leev no dout that he had habichualy convaed such informaeshun to a hostil power. That, thees lists cuud not be proovd to be in th prisoner's hand-rieting; but that it was all th saem; that, indeed, it was rather th beter for th prosecueshun, as shoeing th prizoner to be artful in his precaushuns. That, th proof wuud go bak fiev yeers, and wuud sho th prizoner allredy engaejd in thees pernishus mishuns, within a fue weeks befor th daet of th verry ferst acshun faut between th British troops and th Americans. That, for thees reezons, th jury, being a loial jury (as he nue thae wer), and being a responsibl jury (as thae nue thae wer), must pozitivly fiend th prizoner Gilty, and maek an end of him, whether thae liekt it or not. That, thae never cuud lae thair heds upon thair piloes; that, thae never cuud toleraet th iedeea of thair wievs laeing thair heds upon thair piloes; that, thae never cuud endur th noeshun of thair children laeing thair heds upon thair piloes; in short, that thair never mor cuud be, for them or theirs, eny laeing of heds upon piloes at all, unles th prisoner's hed was taeken off. That hed Mr. Aterny-Jeneral conclooded bi demanding of them, in th naem of evrything he cuud think of with a round tern in it, and on th faeth of his solem aseveraeshun that he allredy considerd th prizoner as guud as ded and gon.

   When th Aterny-Jeneral seest, a buz aroez in th cort as if a cloud of graet bloo-flies wer sworming about th prizoner, in antisipaeshun of whut he was soon to becum. When toned doun agen, th unimpeechabl paetriot apeerd in th witnes-box.


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   Mr. Solisitor-Jeneral then, foloeing his leader's leed, examind th paetriot: John Barsad, jentlman, bi naem. Th story of his puer soel was exactly whut Mr. Aterny-Jeneral had descriebd it to be -- perhaps, if it had a fallt, a litl too exactly. Having releest his noebl buuzom of its berden, he wuud hav modestly withdrawn himself, but that th wigged jentlman with th paepers befor him, siting not far frum Mr. Lory, begd to ask him a fue qeschuns. Th wigged jentlman siting opozit, stil luuking at th seeling of th cort.

   Had he ever bin a spi himself? No, he scornd th baes insinueaeshun. Whut did he liv upon? His property. Wherr was his property? He didn't presiesly remember wherr it was. Whut was it? No biznes of anybody's. Had he inherrited it? Yes, he had. Frum hoom? Distant relaeshun. Verry distant? Rather. Ever bin in prizon? Sertenly not. Never in a debtors' prizon? Didn't see whut that had to do with it. Never in a debtors' prizon? -- Cum, wuns agen. Never? Yes. How meny tiems? Too or three tiems. Not fiev or six? Perhaps. Of whut profeshun? Jentlman. Ever bin kikt? Miet hav bin. Freeqently? No. Ever kikt dounstairs? Desiededly not; wuns reseevd a kik on th top of a staircaes, and fel doun-stairs of his oen acord. Kikt on that ocaezhun for cheeting at dies? Sumthing to that efect was sed bi th intoxicaeted lieer hoo comited th asallt, but it was not troo. Swair it was not troo? Pozitivly. Ever liv bi cheeting at plae? Never. Ever liv bi plae? Not mor than uther jentlmen do. Ever borro muny of th prizoner? Yes. Ever pae him? No. Was not this intimasy with th prizoner, in reality a verry sliet wun, forst upon th prizoner in coeches, ins, and pakets? No. Shur he saw th prizoner with thees lists? Serten. Nue no mor about th lists? No. Had not proecuerd them himself, for instans? No. Expect to get enything bi this evidens? No. Not in reguelar guvernment pae and emploiment, to lae traps? O deer no. Or to do enything? O deer no. Swair that? Oever and oever agen. No moetivs but moetivs of sheer paetriotizm? Nun whutever.

   Th verchuos servant, Roger Cly, swor his wae thru th caes at a graet raet. He had taeken servis with th prizoner, in guud faeth and simplisity, foer yeers ago. He had askt th prizoner, abord th Calais paket, if he wonted a handy felo, and th prizoner had engaejd him. He had not askt th prizoner to taek th handy felo as an act of charrity -- never thaut of such a thing. He began to hav suspishuns of th prizoner, and to keep an ie upon him, soon afterwards. In araenjing his cloeths, whiel traveling, he had seen similar lists to thees in th


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prisoner's pokets, oever and oever agen. He had taeken thees lists frum th dror of th prisoner's desk. He had not puut them thair ferst. He had seen th prizoner sho thees iedentical lists to French jentlmen at Calais, and similar lists to French jentlmen, boeth at Calais and Boulogne. He luvd his cuntry, and cuudn't bair it, and had given informaeshun. He had never bin suspected of steeling a silver tee-pot; he had bin maliend respecting a mustard-pot, but it ternd out to be oenly a plaeted wun. He had noen th last witnes seven or aet yeers; that was meerly a coeinsidens. He didn't call it a particuelarly cuerius coeinsidens; moest coeinsidenses wer cuerius. Neether did he call it a cuerius coeinsidens that troo paetriotizm was his oenly moetiv too. He was a troo Briton, and hoept thair wer meny liek him.

   Th bloo-flies buzd agen, and Mr. Aterny-Jeneral calld Mr. Jarvis Lory.

   "Mr. Jarvis Lory, ar U a clerk in Tellson's bank?"

   "I am."

   "On a serten Friday niet in November wun thouzand seven hundred and seventy-fiev, did biznes ocaezhun U to travel between London and Dover bi th mael?"

   "It did."

   "Wer thair eny uther pasenjers in th mael?"

   "Too."

   "Did thae aliet on th roed in th cors of th niet?"

   ('they did."

   "Mr. Lory, luuk upon th prizoner. Was he wun of thoes too pasenjers?"

   "I cannot undertaek to sae that he was."

   "Duz he rezembl eether of thees too pasenjers?"

   "Boeth wer so rapt up, and th niet was so dark, and we wer all so rezervd, that I cannot undertaek to sae eeven that."

   "Mr. Lory, luuk agen upon th prizoner. Supoezing him rapt up as thoes too pasenjers wer, is thair enything in his bulk and stacher to render it unliekly that he was wun of them?"

   "No."

   "U wil not swair, Mr. Lory, that he was not wun of them?"

   "No."

   "So at leest U sae he mae hav bin wun of them?"

   "Yes. Exsept that I remember them boeth to hav bin -- liek mieself -- timorus of highwaymen, and th prizoner has not a timorus air."


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   "Did U ever see a counterfit of timidity, Mr. Lory?"

   "I sertenly hav seen that."

   "Mr. Lory, luuk wuns mor upon th prizoner. Hav U seen him, to yur serten nolej, befor?"

   "I hav."

   "When?"

   "I was reterning frum France a fue daes afterwards, and, at Calais, th prizoner caem on bord th paket-ship in which I reternd, and maed th voiej with me."

   "At whut our did he cum on bord?"

   "At a litl after midniet."

   "In th ded of th niet. Was he th oenly pasenjer hoo caem on bord at that untiemly our?"

   "He hapend to be th oenly wun."

   "Never miend about 'happening,' Mr. Lory. He was th oenly pasenjer hoo caem on bord in th ded of th niet?"

   "He was."

   "Wer U traveling aloen, Mr. Lory, or with eny companyon?"

   "With too companyons. A jentlman and laedy. Thae ar heer."

   "Thae ar heer. Had U eny conversaeshun with th prizoner?"

   "Hardly eny. Th wether was stormy, and th pasej long and ruf, and I lae on a soefa, allmoest frum shor to shor."

   "Mis Manette!"

   Th yung laedy, to hoom all ies had bin ternd befor, and wer now ternd agen, stuud up wherr she had sat. Her faather roez with her, and kept her hand drawn thru his arm.

   "Mis Manette, luuk upon th prizoner."

   To be confrunted with such pity, and such ernest yooth and buety, was far mor trieing to th acuezd than to be confrunted with all th croud. Standing, as it wer, apart with her on th ej of his graev, not all th stairing cueriosity that luukt on, cuud, for th moement, nerv him to remaen qiet stil. His heryd riet hand parcelled out th herbs befor him into imajinairy beds of flowers in a garden; and his eforts to controel and stedy his breething shuuk th lips frum which th colour rusht to his hart. Th buz of th graet flies was loud agen.

   "Mis Manette, hav U seen th prizoner befor?"

   "Yes, ser."

   "Wherr?"


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   "On bord of th paket-ship just now referd to, ser, and on th saem ocaezhun."

   "U ar th yung laedy just now referd to?"

   "O! moest unhapily, I am!"

   Th plaentiv toen of her compashun merjd into th les muezical vois of th Juj, as he sed sumthing feersly: "Anser th qeschuns puut to U, and maek no remark upon them."

   "Mis Manette, had U eny conversaeshun with th prizoner on that pasej across th Chanel?"

   "Yes, ser."

   "Recall it."

   In th midst of a profound stilnes, she faently began:

   "When th jentlman caem on bord -- "

   "Do U meen th prizoner?" inqierd th Juj, niting his brous.

   "Yes, mi Lord."

   "Then sae th prizoner."

   "When th prizoner caem on bord, he noetist that mi faather," terning her ies luvingly to him as he stuud besied her, "was much fateegd and in a verry weak staet of helth. Mi faather was so reduest that I was afraed to taek him out of th air, and I had maed a bed for him on th dek neer th cabin steps, and I sat on th dek at his sied to taek cair of him. Thair wer no uther pasenjers that niet, but we foer. Th prizoner was so guud as to beg permishun to adviez me how I cuud shelter mi faather frum th wind and wether, beter than I had dun. I had not noen how to do it wel, not understanding how th wind wuud set when we wer out of th harbour. He did it for me. He exprest graet jentlnes and kiendnes for mi father's staet, and I am shur he felt it. That was th maner of our begining to speek together."

   "Let me interupt U for a moement. Had he cum on bord aloen?"

   "No."

   "How meny wer with him?"

   "Too French jentlmen."

   "Had thae conferd together?"

   "Thae had conferd together until th last moement, when it was nesesairy for th French jentlmen to be landed in thair boet."

   "Had eny paepers bin handed about amung them, similar to thees lists?"

   "Sum paepers had bin handed about amung them, but I don't noe whut paepers."


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   "Liek thees in shaep and siez?"

   "Posibly, but indeed I don't noe, alltho thae stuud whispering verry neer to me: becauz thae stuud at th top of th cabin steps to hav th liet of th lamp that was hanging thair; it was a dul lamp, and thae spoek verry lo, and I did not heer whut thae sed, and saw oenly that thae luukt at paepers."

   "Now, to th prisoner's conversaeshun, Mis Manette."

   "Th prizoner was as oepen in his confidens with me -- which aroez out of mi helples sichuaeshun -- as he was kiend, and guud, and uesful to mi faather. I hoep," bersting into teers, "I mae not re-pae him bi doing him harm to-dae."

   Buzing frum th bloo-flies.

   "Mis Manette, if th prizoner duz not perfectly understand that U giv th evidens which it is yur duety to giv -- which U must giv -- and which U cannot escaep frum giving -- with graet unwilingnes, he is th oenly person prezent in that condishun. Pleez to go on."

   "He toeld me that he was traveling on biznes of a deliket and dificult naecher, which miet get peepl into trubl, and that he was thairfor traveling under an asoomd naem. He sed that this biznes had, within a fue daes, taeken him to France, and miet, at intervals, taek him bakwards and forwards between France and England for a long tiem to cum."

   "Did he sae enything about America, Mis Manette? Be particuelar."

   "He tried to explaen to me how that qorrel had arizen, and he sed that, so far as he cuud juj, it was a rong and foolish wun on England's part. He aded, in a jesting wae, that perhaps George Washington miet gaen allmoest as graet a naem in history as George th Therd. But thair was no harm in his wae of saeing this: it was sed lafingly, and to begiel th tiem."

   Eny strongly markt expreshun of faes on th part of a cheef actor in a seen of graet interest to hoom meny ies ar directed, wil be unconshusly imitaeted bi th spectaetors. Her forhed was paenfuly ankshus and intent as she gaev this evidens, and, in th pauzes when she stopt for th Juj to riet it doun, wocht its efect upon th counsel for and agenst. Amung th lookers-on thair was th saem expreshun in all qorters of th cort; insoemuch, that a graet majority of th forheds thair, miet hav bin mirors reflecting th witnes, when th Juj luukt up frum his noets to glair at that tremendus herresy about George Washington.


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   Mr. Aterny-Jeneral now signified to mi Lord, that he deemd it nesesairy, as a mater of precaushun and form, to call th yung lady's faather, Doctor Manette. Hoo was calld acordingly.

   "Doctor Manette, luuk upon th prizoner. Hav U ever seen him befor?"

   "Wuns. When he caejd at mi lojings in London. Sum three yeers, or three yeers and a haf ago."

   "Can U iedentifi him as yur felo-pasenjer on bord th paket, or speek to his conversaeshun with yur dauter?"

   "Ser, I can do neether."

   "Is thair eny particuelar and speshal reezon for yur being unaebl to do eether?"

   He anserd, in a lo vois, "Thair is."

   "Has it bin yur misforchen to undergo a long imprizonment, without trieal, or eeven acuezaeshun, in yur naetiv cuntry, Doctor Manette?"

   He anserd, in a toen that went to evry hart, "A long imprizonment."

   "Wer U nuely releest on th ocaezhun in qeschun?"

   "Thae tel me so."

   "Hav U no remembrans of th ocaezhun?"

   "Nun. Mi miend is a blank, frum sum tiem -- I cannot eeven sae whut tiem -- when I emploid mieself, in mi captivity, in maeking shoos, to th tiem when I found mieself living in London with mi deer dauter heer. She had becum familyar to me, when a graeshus God restord mi facultys; but, I am qiet unaebl eeven to sae how she had becum familyar. I hav no remembrans of th proses."

   Mr. Aterny-Jeneral sat doun, and th faather and dauter sat doun together.

   A singguelar sercumstans then aroez in th caes. Th object in hand being to sho that th prizoner went doun, with sum felo-ploter untrakt, in th Dover mael on that Friday niet in November fiev yeers ago, and got out of th mael in th niet, as a bliend, at a plaes wherr he did not remaen, but frum which he traveld bak sum duzen miels or mor, to a garrison and dok-yard, and thair colected informaeshun; a witnes was calld to iedentifi him as having bin at th presies tiem reqierd, in th coffy-room of an hoetel in that garrison-and-dok-yard toun, waeting for anuther person. Th prisoner's counsel was cross- examining this witnes with no rezult, exsept that he had never seen th prizoner on eny uther ocaezhun, when th wigged jentlman hoo had


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all this tiem bin luuking at th seeling of th cort, roet a werd or too on a litl pees of paeper, scrood it up, and tosst it to him. Oepening this pees of paeper in th next pauz, th counsel luukt with graet atenshun and cueriosity at th prizoner.

   "U sae agen U ar qiet shur that it was th prizoner?"

   Th witnes was qiet shur.

   "Did U ever see enybody verry liek th prizoner?"

   Not so liek (th witnes sed) as that he cuud be mistaeken.

   "Luuk wel upon that jentlman, mi lernd frend thair," pointing to him hoo had tosst th paeper oever, "and then luuk wel upon th prizoner. How sae U? Ar thae verry liek eech uther?"

   Alowing for mi lernd friend's apeerans being cairles and sluvenly if not debauched, thae wer sufishently liek eech uther to serpriez, not oenly th witnes, but evrybody prezent, when thae wer thus braut into comparrison. Mi Lord being praed to bid mi lernd frend lae asied his wig, and giving no verry graeshus consent, th lieknes becaem much mor remarkabl. Mi Lord inqierd of Mr. Stryver (th prisoner's counsel), whether thae wer next to tri Mr. Carton (naem of mi lernd frend) for treezon? But, Mr. Stryver replied to mi Lord, no; but he wuud ask th witnes to tel him whether whut hapend wuns, miet hapen twies; whether he wuud hav bin so confident if he had seen this ilustraeshun of his rashnes sooner, whether he wuud be so confident, having seen it; and mor. Th upshot of which, was, to smash this witnes liek a crokery vesel, and shiver his part of th caes to uesles lumber.

   Mr. Cruncher had bi this tiem taeken qiet a lunch of rust off his finggers in his foloeing of th evidens. He had now to atend whiel Mr. Stryver fited th prisoner's caes on th jury, liek a compact soot of cloeths; shoeing them how th paetriot, Barsad, was a hierd spi and traetor, an unblushing trafficker in blud, and wun of th graetest scoundrels upon erth sinss acurst Judas -- which he sertenly did luuk rather liek. How th verchuos servant, Cly, was his frend and partner, and was werthy to be; how th wochful ies of thoes forgers and falls swearers had rested on th prizoner as a victim, becauz sum family afairs in France, he being of French extracshun, did reqier his maeking thoes pasejes across th Chanel -- tho whut thoes afairs wer, a consideraeshun for uthers hoo wer neer and deer to him, forbaed him, eeven for his lief, to discloez. How th evidens that had bin worpt and wrested frum th yung laedy, hoos anggwish in giving it thae had


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witnest, caem to nuthing, involving th meer litl inosent gallantries and politenesses liekly to pas between eny yung jentlman and yung laedy so throen together; -- with th exsepshun of that referens to George Washington, which was alltogether too extravagant and imposibl to be regarded in eny uther liet than as a monstrus joek. How it wuud be a weeknes in th guvernment to braek doun in this atempt to practis for popuelarrity on th loeest nashunal antipathies and feers, and thairfor Mr. Aterny-Jeneral had maed th moest of it; how, nevertheles, it rested upon nuthing, saev that viel and infamus carracter of evidens too offen disfiguring such caeses, and of which th Staet Trieals of this cuntry wer fuul. But, thair mi Lord interpoezd (with as graev a faes as if it had not bin troo), saeing that he cuud not sit upon that Bench and sufer thoes aloozhuns.

   Mr. Stryver then calld his fue witneses, and Mr. Cruncher had next to atend whiel Mr. Aterny-Jeneral ternd th hoel soot of cloeths Mr. Stryver had fited on th jury, insied out; shoeing how Barsad and Cly wer eeven a hundred tiems beter than he had thaut them, and th prizoner a hundred tiems wers. Lastly, caem mi Lord himself, terning th soot of cloeths, now insied out, now outsied in, but on th hoel desiededly triming and shaeping them into graev-cloeths for th prizoner.

   And now, th jury ternd to consider, and th graet flies swormd agen.

   Mr. Carton, hoo had so long sat luuking at th seeling of th cort, chaenjd neether his plaes nor his atitued, eeven in this exsietment. Whiel his teemd frend, Mr. Stryver, masing his paepers befor him, whisperd with thoes hoo sat neer, and frum tiem to tiem glanst ankshusly at th jury; whiel all th spectaetors moovd mor or les, and groopt themselvs anue; whiel eeven mi Lord himself aroez frum his seet, and sloely paest up and doun his platform, not unatended bi a suspishun in th miends of th audyens that his staet was feeverish; this wun man sat leening bak, with his torn goun haf off him, his untiedy wig puut on just as it had hapend to fiet on his hed after its remooval, his hands in his pokets, and his ies on th seeling as thae had bin all dae. Sumthing espeshaly rekles in his demeanour, not oenly gaev him a disrepuetabl luuk, but so diminisht th strong rezemblans he undoutedly bor to th prizoner (which his moementairy ernestnes, when thae wer compaird together, had strengthend), that meny of th lookers-on, taeking noet of him now, sed to wun anuther thae wuud hardly hav thaut


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th too wer so aliek. Mr. Cruncher maed th obzervaeshun to his next naebor, and aded, "I'd hoeld haf a guinea that he don't get no law- werk to do. Don't luuk liek th sort of wun to get eny, do he?"

   Yet, this Mr. Carton tuuk in mor of th deetaels of th seen than he apeerd to taek in; for now, when Mis Manette's hed dropt upon her father's brest, he was th ferst to see it, and to sae audibly: "Offiser! luuk to that yung laedy. Help th jentlman to taek her out. Don't U see she wil fall!"

   Thair was much comizeraeshun for her as she was remoovd, and much simpathy with her faather. It had evidently bin a graet distres to him, to hav th daes of his imprizonment recalld. He had shoen strong internal ajitaeshun when he was qeschund, and that pondering or brooding luuk which maed him oeld, had bin upon him, liek a hevy cloud, ever sinss. As he past out, th jury, hoo had ternd bak and pauzd a moement, spoek, thru thair forman.

   Thae wer not agreed, and wisht to retier. Mi Lord (perhaps with George Washington on his miend) shoed sum serpriez that thae wer not agreed, but signified his plezher that thae shuud retier under woch and word, and retierd himself. Th trieal had lasted all dae, and th lamps in th cort wer now being lieted. It began to be rumoured that th jury wuud be out a long whiel. Th spectaetors dropt off to get refreshment, and th prizoner withdroo to th bak of th dok, and sat doun.

   Mr. Lory, hoo had gon out when th yung laedy and her faather went out, now re-apeerd, and bekond to Jerry: hoo, in th slakend interest, cuud eezily get neer him.

   "Jerry, if U wish to taek sumthing to eet, U can. But, keep in th wae. U wil be shur to heer when th jury cum in. Don't be a moement behiend them, for I wont U to taek th verdict bak to th bank. U ar th qikest mesenjer I noe, and wil get to Templ Bar long befor I can."

   Jerry had just enuf forhed to nukl, and he nukld it in acknowledgment of this comuenicaeshun and a shiling. Mr. Carton caem up at th moement, and tucht Mr. Lory on th arm.

   "How is th yung laedy?"

   "She is graetly distrest; but her faather is cumforting her, and she feels th beter for being out of cort."

   "I'l tel th prizoner so. It woen't do for a respectabl bank jentlman liek U, to be seen speeking to him publicly, U noe."


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   Mr. Lory redend as if he wer conshus of having debaeted th point in his miend, and Mr. Carton maed his wae to th outsied of th bar. Th wae out of cort lae in that direcshun, and Jerry foloed him, all ies, eers, and spieks.

   "Mr. Darnay!"

   Th prizoner caem forward directly.

   "U wil nacheraly be ankshus to heer of th witnes, Mis Manette. She wil do verry wel. U hav seen th werst of her ajitaeshun."

   "I am deeply sorry to hav bin th cauz of it. Cuud U tel her so for me, with mi fervent aknolejments?"

   "Yes, I cuud. I wil, if U ask it."

   Mr. Carton's maner was so cairles as to be allmoest insolent. He stuud, haf ternd frum th prizoner, lounjing with his elbo agenst th bar.

   "I do ask it. Acsept mi corjal thanks."

   "Whut," sed Carton, stil oenly haf ternd tords him, "do U expect, Mr. Darnay?"

   "Th werst."

   "It's th wiezest thing to expect, and th likeliest. But I think thair withdrawing is in yur faevor."

   Loitering on th wae out of cort not being alowd, Jerry herd no mor: but left them -- so liek eech uther in feecher, so unliek eech uther in maner -- standing sied bi sied, boeth reflected in th glas abuv them.

   An our and a haf limpt hevily awae in th theef-and-rascal crouded pasejes belo, eeven tho asisted off with muton pies and ael. Th hors mesenjer, uncumfortably seeted on a form after taeking that refection, had dropt into a doez, when a loud mermer and a rapid tied of peepl seting up th stairs that led to th cort, carryd him along with them.

   "Jerry! Jerry!" Mr. Lory was allredy calling at th dor when he got thair.

   "Heer, ser! It's a fiet to get bak agen. Heer I am, ser!"

   Mr. Lory handed him a paeper thru th throng. "Qik! Hav U got it?"

   "Yes, ser."

   Haestily riten on th paeper was th werd "AQUITTED."

   "If U had sent th mesej, 'recalled to Lief,' agen," muterd Jerry, as he ternd, "I shuud hav noen whut U ment, this tiem."

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els, until he was cleer of th Oeld Bailey; for, th croud caem poring out with a veeemens that neerly tuuk him off his legs, and a loud buz swept into th street as if th bafld bloo-flies wer dispersing in serch of uther carrion.

CONGRACHULATORY

   FRUM th dimly-lieted pasejes of th cort, th last sediment of th hueman stoo that had bin boiling thair all dae, was straening off, when Doctor Manette, Lucie Manette, his dauter, Mr. Lory, th solisitor for th defence, and its counsel, Mr. Stryver, stuud gatherd round Mr. Charles Darnay -- just releest -- congratulating him on his escaep frum deth.

   It wuud hav bin dificult bi a far brieter liet, to recognise in Doctor Manette, intelekchual of faes and upriet of bairing, th shoomaeker of th garret in Paris. Yet, no wun cuud hav luukt at him twies, without luuking agen: eeven tho th oportuenity of obzervaeshun had not extended to th mornful caedens of his lo graev vois, and to th abstracshun that overclouded him fitfuly, without eny aparrent reezon. Whiel wun external cauz, and that a referens to his long linggering agony, wuud allwaes -- as on th trieal -- evoek this condishun frum th depths of his soel, it was allso in its naecher to ariez of itself, and to draw a gloom oever him, as incomprehensibl to thoes unaqaented with his story as if thae had seen th shado of th akchual Bastille throen upon him bi a sumer sun, when th substans was three hundred miels awae.


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   Oenly his dauter had th power of charming this blak brooding frum his miend. She was th goelden thred that uenieted him to a Past beyond his mizery, and to a Prezent beyond his mizery: and th sound of her vois, th liet of her faes, th tuch of her hand, had a strong benefishal inflooens with him allmoest allwaes. Not absolootly allwaes, for she cuud recall sum ocaezhuns on which her power had faeld; but thae wer fue and sliet, and she beleevd them oever.

   Mr. Darnay had kist her hand fervently and graetfuly, and had ternd to Mr. Stryver, hoom he wormly thankt. Mr. Stryver, a man of litl mor than therty, but luuking twenty yeers oelder than he was, stout, loud, red, bluf, and free frum eny drawbak of delicasy, had a puushing wae of shoeldering himself (moraly and fizicaly) into cumpanys and conversaeshuns, that argued wel for his shoeldering his wae up in lief.

   He stil had his wig and goun on, and he sed, squaring himself at his laet clieent to that degree that he sqeezd th inosent Mr. Lory cleen out of th groop: "I am glad to hav braut U off with onor, Mr. Darnay. It was an infamus prosecueshun, groesly infamus; but not th les liekly to sucseed on that acount."

   "U hav laed me under an obligaeshun to U for lief -- in too senses," sed his laet clieent, taeking his hand.

   "I hav dun mi best for U, Mr. Darnay; and mi best is as guud as anuther man's, I beleev."

   It cleerly being incumbent on sum wun to sae, "Much beter," Mr. Lory sed it; perhaps not qiet disinterestedly, but with th interested object of sqeezing himself bak agen.

   "U think so?" sed Mr. Stryver. "Wel! U hav bin prezent all dae, and U aut to noe. U ar a man of biznes, too."

   "And as such," quoth Mr. Lory, hoom th counsel lernd in th law had now shoelderd bak into th groop, just as he had preeviusly shoelderd him out of it -- "as such I wil apeel to Doctor Manette, to braek up this conferens and order us all to our hoems. Mis Lucie luuks il, Mr. Darnay has had a terribl dae, we ar worn out."

   "Speek for yurself, Mr. Lory," sed Stryver; "I hav a night's werk to do yet. Speek for yurself."

   "I speek for mieself," anserd Mr. Lory, "and for Mr. Darnay, and for Mis Lucie, and -- Mis Lucie, do U not think I mae speek for us all?" He askt her th qeschun pointedly, and with a glans at her faather.

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Darnay: an intent luuk, deepening into a froun of disliek and distrust, not eeven unmixt with feer. With this straenj expreshun on him his thauts had waanderd awae.

   "Mi faather," sed Lucie, sofftly laeing her hand on his.

   He sloely shuuk th shado off, and ternd to her.

   "Shal we go hoem, mi faather?"

   With a long breth, he anserd "Yes."

   Th frends of th aqited prizoner had disperst, under th impreshun -- which he himself had orijinaeted -- that he wuud not be releest that niet. Th liets wer neerly all extinggwisht in th pasejes, th ieern gaets wer being cloezd with a jar and a ratl, and th dizmal plaes was dezerted until to-morro morning's interest of galoes, pilory, whiping-poest, and branding-ieern, shuud repeople it. Wauking between her faather and Mr. Darnay, Lucie Manette past into th oepen air. A hakny-coech was calld, and th faather and dauter departed in it.

   Mr. Stryver had left them in th pasejes, to shoelder his wae bak to th robing-room. Anuther person, hoo had not joind th groop, or interchanged a werd with eny wun of them, but hoo had bin leening agenst th wall wherr its shado was darkest, had sielently stroeld out after th rest, and had luukt on until th coech droev awae. He now stept up to wherr Mr. Lory and Mr. Darnay stuud upon th paevment.

   "So, Mr. Lory! Men of biznes mae speek to Mr. Darnay now?"

   Noebody had maed eny acknowledgment of Mr. Carton's part in th day's proseedings; noebody had noen of it. He was unrobed, and was nun th beter for it in apeerans.

   "If U nue whut a conflict goes on in th biznes miend, when th biznes miend is divieded between guud-naecherd impuls and biznes apeeranses, U wuud be amuezd, Mr. Darnay."

   Mr. Lory redend, and sed, wormly, "U hav menshund that befor, ser. We men of biznes, hoo serv a Hous, ar not our oen masters. We hav to think of th Hous mor than ourselvs."

   "I noe, I noe," rejoind Mr. Carton, cairlesly. "Don't be netld, Mr. Lory. U ar as guud as anuther, I hav no dout: beter, I dair sae."

   "And indeed, ser," persood Mr. Lory, not miending him, "I reealy don't noe whut U hav to do with th mater. If U'l excues me, as verry much yur elder, for saeing so, I reealy don't noe that it is yur biznes."


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   "Biznes! Bles U, I hav no biznes," sed Mr. Carton.

   "It is a pity U hav not, ser."

   "I think so, too."

   "If U had," persood Mr. Lory, "perhaps U wuud atend to it."

   "Lord luv U, no! -- I shuudn't," sed Mr. Carton.

   "Wel, ser!" cried Mr. Lory, theroely heeted bi his indiferens, "biznes is a verry guud thing, and a verry respectabl thing. And, ser, if biznes impoezes its restraents and its sielenses and impediments, Mr. Darnay as a yung jentlman of jenerosity noes how to maek alowans for that sercumstans. Mr. Darnay, guud niet, God bles U, ser! I hoep U hav bin this dae prezervd for a prosperus and hapy lief. -- Chair thair!"

   Perhaps a litl anggry with himself, as wel as with th barrister, Mr. Lory bustled into th chair, and was carryd off to Tellson's. Carton, hoo smelt of port wien, and did not apeer to be qiet soeber, laft then, and ternd to Darnay:

   "This is a straenj chans that throes U and me together. This must be a straenj niet to U, standing aloen heer with yur counterpart on thees street stoens?"

   "I hardly seem yet," reternd Charles Darnay, "to belong to this werld agen."

   "I don't wunder at it; it's not so long sinss U wer prity far advanst on yur wae to anuther. U speek faently."

   "I begin to think I am faent."

   "Then whi th devil don't U dien? I diend, mieself, whiel thoes numskulls wer deliberaeting which werld U shuud belong to -- this, or sum uther. Let me sho U th neerest tavern to dien wel at."

   Drawing his arm thru his oen, he tuuk him doun Ludgate-hil to Fleet-street, and so, up a cuverd wae, into a tavern. Heer, thae wer shoen into a litl room, wherr Charles Darnay was soon recrooting his strength with a guud plaen diner and guud wien: whiel Carton sat opozit to him at th saem taebl, with his separaet botl of port befor him, and his fuuly haf-insolent maner upon him.

   "Do U feel, yet, that U belong to this terrestrial skeem agen, Mr. Darnay?"

   "I am frietfuly confuezd regarding tiem and plaes; but I am so far mended as to feel that."

   "It must be an imens satisfacshun!"

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   "As to me, th graetest dezier I hav, is to forget that I belong to it. It has no guud in it for me -- exsept wien liek this -- nor I for it. So we ar not much aliek in that particuelar. Indeed, I begin to think we ar not much aliek in eny particuelar, U and l."

   Confuezd bi th emoeshun of th dae, and feeling his being thair with this Dubl of cors deportment, to be liek a dreem, Charles Darnay was at a loss how to anser; fienaly, anserd not at all.

   "Now yur diner is dun," Carton prezently sed, "whi don't U call a helth, Mr. Darnay; whi don't U giv yur toest?"

   "Whut helth? Whut toest?"

   "Whi, it's on th tip of yur tung. It aut to be, it must be, I'l swair it's thair."

   "Mis Manette, then!"

   "Mis Manette, then!"

   Luuking his companyon fuul in th faes whiel he drank th toest, Carton flung his glas oever his shoelder agenst th wall, wherr it shiverd to peeses; then, rang th bel, and orderd in anuther.

   "That's a fair yung laedy to hand to a coech in th dark, Mr. Darnay!" he sed, ruing his nue goblet.

   A sliet froun and a laconic "Yes," wer th anser.

   "That's a fair yung laedy to be pityd bi and wept for bi! How duz it feel? Is it werth being tried for one's lief, to be th object of such simpathy and compashun, Mr. Darnay?"

   Agen Darnay anserd not a werd.

   "She was mietily pleezd to hav yur mesej, when I gaev it her. Not that she shoed she was pleezd, but I supoez she was."

   Th aloozhun servd as a tiemly remiender to Darnay that this disagreeabl companyon had, of his oen free wil, asisted him in th straet of th dae. He ternd th diealog to that point, and thankt him for it.

   "I neether wont eny thanks, nor merrit eny," was th cairles rejoinder. "It was nuthing to do, in th ferst plaes; and I don't noe whi I did it, in th second. Mr. Darnay, let me ask U a qeschun."

   "Wilingly, and a small retern for yur guud offises."

   "Do U think I particuelarly liek U?"

   "Reealy, Mr. Carton," reternd th uther, odly disconserted, "I hav not askt mieself th qeschun."

   "But ask yurself th qeschun now."

   "U hav acted as if U do; but I don't think U do."


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   "I don't think I do," sed Carton. "I begin to hav a verry guud opinyon of yur understanding."

   "Nevertheles," persood Darnay, riezing to ring th bel, "thair is nuthing in that, I hoep, to prevent mi calling th rekoning, and our parting without il-blud on eether sied."

   Carton rejoining, "Nuthing in lief!" Darnay rang. "Do U call th hoel rekoning?" sed Carton. On his ansering in th afermativ, "Then bring me anuther pient of this saem wien, dror, and cum and waek me at ten."

   Th bil being paed, Charles Darnay roez and wisht him guud niet. Without reterning th wish, Carton roez too, with sumthing of a thret of defieans in his maner, and sed, "A last werd, Mr. Darnay: U think I am drunk?"

   "I think U hav bin drinking, Mr. Carton."

   "Think? U noe I hav bin drinking."

   "Sinss I must sae so, I noe it."

   "Then U shal liekwiez noe whi. I am a disapointed druj, ser. I cair for no man on erth, and no man on erth cairs for me."

   "Much to be regreted. U miet hav uezd yur talents beter."

   "Mae be so, Mr. Darnay; mae be not. Don't let yur soeber faes elaet U, however; U don't noe whut it mae cum to. Guud niet!"

   When he was left aloen, this straenj being tuuk up a candl, went to a glas that hung agenst th wall, and servaed himself mienuetly in it.

   "Do U particuelarly liek th man?" he muterd, at his oen imej; "whi shuud U particuelarly liek a man hoo rezembls U? Thair is nuthing in U to liek; U noe that. Aa, confound U! Whut a chaenj U hav maed in yurself! A guud reezon for taeking to a man, that he shoes U whut U hav fallen awae frum, and whut U miet hav bin! Chaenj plaeses with him, and wuud U hav bin luukt at bi thoes bloo ies as he was, and commiserated bi that ajitaeted faes as he was? Cum on, and hav it out in plaen werds! U haet th felo."

   He rezorted to his pient of wien for consolaeshun, drank it all in a fue minits, and fel asleep on his arms, with his hair stragling oever th taebl, and a long wiending-sheet in th candl driping doun upon him.


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TH JAKAL

   THOES WER drinking daes, and moest men drank hard. So verry graet is th improovment Tiem has braut about in such habits, that a moderet staetment of th qontity of wien and punch which wun man wuud swolo in th cors of a niet, without eny detriment to his repuetaeshun as a perfect jentlman, wuud seem, in thees daes, a ridicuelus exajeraeshun. Th lernd profeshun of th law was sertenly not behiend eny uther lernd profeshun in its Bacchanalian propensities; neether was Mr. Stryver, allredy fast shoeldering his wae to a larj and loocrativ practis, behiend his compeers in this particuelar, eny mor than in th drieer parts of th leegal raes.

   A favourite at th Oeld Bailey, and eek at th Seshuns, Mr. Stryver had begun caushusly to hue awae th loeer staves of th lader on which he mounted. Seshuns and Oeld Bailey had now to sumon thair favourite, speshaly, to thair longing arms; and shoeldering itself tords th vizej of th Lord Cheef Justis in th Cort of King's Bench, th florid countenans of Mr. Stryver miet be daely seen, bersting out of th bed of wigs, liek a graet sunflower puushing its wae at th sun frum amung a rank garden-fuul of flairing companyons.

   It had wuns bin noeted at th Bar, that whiel Mr. Stryver was a glib man, and an unscroopuelus, and a redy, and a boeld, he had not that faculty of extracting th esens frum a heep of staetments, which is amung th moest strieking and nesesairy of th advocate's accomplishments. But, a remarkabl improovment caem upon him as to this. Th mor biznes he got, th graeter his power seemd to gro of geting at its pith and marro; and however laet at niet he sat carouzing with


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Sydney Carton, he allwaes had his points at his fingers' ends in th morning.

   Sydney Carton, idlest and moest unpromising of men, was Stryver's graet ali. Whut th too drank together, between Hilary Term and Michaelmas, miet hav floeted a king's ship. Stryver never had a caes in hand, enywhair, but Carton was thair, with his hands in his pokets, stairing at th seeling of th cort; thae went th saem Serkit, and eeven thair thae prolongd thair uezhual orjys laet into th niet, and Carton was rumoured to be seen at braud dae, going hoem stelthily and unstedily to his lojings, liek a disipaeted cat. At last, it began to get about, amung such as wer interested in th mater, that alltho Sydney Carton wuud never be a lieon, he was an amaezingly guud jakal, and that he renderd soot and servis to Stryver in that humbl capasity.

   "Ten o'clok, ser," sed th man at th tavern, hoom he had charjd to waek him -- "ten o'clok, ser."

   "Whut's th mater?"

   "Ten o'clok, ser."

   "Whut do U meen? Ten o'clok at niet?"

   "Yes, ser. Yur onor toeld me to call U."

   "O! I remember. Verry wel, verry wel."

   After a fue dul eforts to get to sleep agen, which th man dexterously combated bi stering th fier continueusly for fiev minits, he got up, tosst his hat on, and waukt out. He ternd into th Templ, and, having revievd himself bi twies paesing th paevments of King's Bench-wauk and Paeper-bildings, ternd into th Stryver chaembers.

   Th Stryver clerk, hoo never asisted at thees conferenses, had gon hoem, and th Stryver prinsipal oepend th dor. He had his slipers on, and a loos bed-goun, and his throet was bair for his graeter eez. He had that rather wield, straend, seerd marking about th ies, which mae be obzervd in all free livers of his clas, frum th portret of Jeffries dounward, and which can be traest, under vairius disgiezes of Art, thru th portrets of evry Drinking Aej.

   "U ar a litl laet, Memory," sed Stryver.

   "About th uezhual tiem; it mae be a qorter of an our laeter."

   Thae went into a dinjy room liend with buuks and literd with paepers, wherr thair was a blaezing fier. A ketl steemd upon th hob, and in th midst of th rek of paepers a taebl shoen, with plenty of wien upon it, and brandy, and rum, and shuugar, and lemons.

   "U hav had yur botl, I perseev, Sydney."


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   "Too to-niet, I think. I hav bin diening with th day's clieent; or seeing him dien -- it's all wun!"

   "That was a rair point, Sydney, that U braut to bair upon th iedentificaeshun. How did U cum bi it? When did it striek U?"

   "I thaut he was rather a hansum felo, and I thaut I shuud hav bin much th saem sort of felo, if I had had eny luk."

   Mr. Stryver laft til he shuuk his precoeshus paunch.

   "U and yur luk, Sydney! Get to werk, get to werk."

   Sulenly enuf, th jakal loosend his dres, went into an ajoining room, and caem bak with a larj jug of coeld wauter, a baesin, and a towel or too. Steeping th towels in th wauter, and parshaly wringing them out, he foelded them on his hed in a maner hidius to behoeld, sat doun at th taebl, and sed, "Now I am redy!"

   "Not much boiling doun to be dun to-niet, Memory," sed Mr. Stryver, gaely, as he luukt amung his paepers.

   "How much?"

   "Oenly too sets of them."

   "Giv me th werst ferst."

   "Thair thae ar, Sydney. Fier awae!"

   Th lieon then compoezd himself on his bak on a soefa on wun sied of th drinking-taebl, whiel th jakal sat at his oen paeper-bestrewn taebl proper, on th uther sied of it, with th botls and glases redy to his hand. Boeth rezorted to th drinking-taebl without stint, but eech in a diferent wae; th lieon for th moest part recliening with his hands in his waestband, luuking at th fier, or ocaezhunaly flirting with sum lieter docuement; th jakal, with nited brous and intent faes, so deep in his task, that his ies did not eeven folo th hand he strecht out for his glas -- which offen groept about, for a minit or mor, befor it found th glas for his lips. Too or three tiems, th mater in hand becaem so noty, that th jakal found it imperrativ on him to get up, and steep his towels anue. Frum thees pilgrimejes to th jug and baesin, he reternd with such ecsentrisitys of damp hedgeer as no werds can descrieb; which wer maed th mor loodicrus bi his ankshus gravity.

   At length th jakal had got together a compact repast for th lieon, and proseeded to offer it to him. Th lieon tuuk it with cair and caushun, maed his selecshuns frum it, and his remarks upon it, and th jakal asisted boeth. When th repast was fuuly discust, th lieon puut his hands in his waestband agen, and lae doun to meediaet. Th jakal then invigorated himself with a bumper for his throtl, and a fresh aplicaeshun


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to his hed, and aplied himself to th colecshun of a second meel; this was administerd to th lieon in th saem maner, and was not dispoezd of until th cloks struk three in th morning.

   "And now we hav dun, Sydney, fil a bumper of punch," sed Mr. Stryver.

   Th jakal remoovd th towels frum his hed, which had bin steeming agen, shuuk himself, yawned, shiverd, and complied.

   "U wer verry sound, Sydney, in th mater of thoes croun witneses to-dae. Evry qeschun toeld."

   "I allwaes am sound; am I not?"

   "I don't gaensae it. Whut has rufend yur temper? Puut sum punch to it and smooth it agen."

   With a deprecatory grunt, th jakal agen complied.

   "Th oeld Sydney Carton of oeld Shrewsbury Scool," sed Stryver, noding his hed oever him as he revued him in th prezent and th past, "th oeld seesaw Sydney. Up wun minit and doun th next; now in spirits and now in despondensy!"

   "Aa!" reternd th uther, sieing: "yes! Th saem Sydney, with th saem luk. Eeven then, I did exersiezes for uther bois, and seldom did mi oen.))

   "And whi not?"

   "God noes. It was mi wae, I supoez."

   He sat, with his hands in his pokets and his legs strecht out befor him, luuking at th fier.

   "Carton," sed his frend, squaring himself at him with a buulying air, as if th fier-graet had bin th fernis in which sustaend endevor was forjd, and th wun deliket thing to be dun for th oeld Sydney Carton of oeld Shrewsbury Scool was to shoelder him into it, "yur wae is, and allwaes was, a laem wae. U sumon no enerjy and perpos. Luuk at me."

   "O, botheration!" reternd Sydney, with a lieter and mor guud- humoured laf, "don't U be moral!"

   "How hav I dun whut I hav dun?" sed Stryver; "how do I do whut I do?"

   "Partly thru paeing me to help U, I supoez. But it's not werth yur whiel to apostrophise me, or th air, about it; whut U wont to do, U do. U wer allwaes in th frunt rank, and I was allwaes behiend."

   "I had to get into th frunt rank; I was not born thair, was I?"


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   "I was not prezent at th serremoeny; but mi opinyon is U wer," sed Carton. At this, he laft agen, and thae boeth laft.

   "Befor Shrewsbury, and at Shrewsbury, and ever sinss Shrewsbury," persood Carton, "U hav fallen into yur rank, and I hav fallen into mien. Eeven when we wer felo-stoodents in th Stoodent-Qorter of Paris, piking up French, and French law, and uther French crumbs that we didn't get much guud of, U wer allwaes sumwherr, and I was allwaes -- noewherr."

   "And hoos fallt was that?"

   "Upon mi soel, I am not shur that it was not yurs. U wer allwaes drieving and riving and shoeldering and pasing, to that restles degree that I had no chans for mi lief but in rust and repoez. It's a gloomy thing, however, to tauk about one's oen past, with th dae braeking. Tern me in sum uther direcshun befor I go."

   "Wel then! Plej me to th prity witnes," sed Stryver, hoelding up his glas. "Ar U ternd in a plezant direcshun?"

   Aparrently not, for he becaem gloomy agen.

   "Prity witnes," he muterd, luuking doun into his glas. "I hav had enuf of witneses to-dae and to-niet; hoo's yur prity witnes?"

   "Th pikcheresk doctor's dauter, Mis Manette."

   "She prity?"

   "Is she not?"

   "No."

   "Whi, man aliev, she was th admeraeshun of th hoel Cort!"

   "Rot th admeraeshun of th hoel Cort! Hoo maed th Oeld Bailey a juj of buety? She was a goelden-haired dol!"

   "Do U noe, Sydney," sed Mr. Stryver, luuking at him with sharp ies, and sloely drawing a hand across his florid faes: "do U noe, I rather thaut, at th tiem, that U sympathised with th goelden-haired dol, and wer qik to see whut hapend to th goelden-haired dol?"

   "Qik to see whut hapend! If a gerl, dol or no dol, swoons within a yard or too of a man's noez, he can see it without a perspectiv-glas. I plej U, but I deni th buety. And now I'l hav no mor drink; I'l get to bed."

   When his hoest foloed him out on th staircaes with a candl, to liet him doun th stairs, th dae was coeldly luuking in thru its grimy windoes. When he got out of th hous, th air was coeld and sad, th dul skie oevercast, th river dark and dim, th hoel seen liek a liefles dezert. And reeths of dust wer spining round and round befor th morning


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blast, as if th dezert-sand had rizen far awae, and th ferst sprae of it in its advans had begun to oeverwhelm th sity.

   Waest forses within him, and a dezert all around, this man stuud stil on his wae across a sielent terres, and saw for a moement, lieing in th wildernes befor him, a miraazh of honourable ambishun, self-denieal, and perseveerans. In th fair sity of this vizhun, thair wer airy galerys frum which th luvs and graeses luukt upon him, gardens in which th froots of lief hung riepening, wauters of Hoep that sparkld in his siet. A moement, and it was gon. Clieming to a hi chaember in a wel of houses, he throo himself doun in his cloeths on a neglected bed, and its pilo was wet with waested teers.

   Sadly, sadly, th sun roez; it roez upon no sader siet than th man of guud abilitys and guud emoeshuns, incaepabl of thair directed exersiez, incaepabl of his oen help and his oen hapynes, sensibl of th bliet on him, and reziening himself to let it eet him awae.

HUNDREDS OF PEEPL

   TH QIEET LOJINGS of Doctor Manette wer in a qieet street-corner not far frum Soho-sqair. On th afternoon of a serten fien Sunday when th waevs of foer munths had roiled oever th trieal for treezon, and carryd it, as to th public interest and memory, far out to see, Mr. Jarvis Lory waukt along th suny streets frum Clerkenwell wherr he livd, on his wae to dien with th Doctor. After several relapses into biznes- absorpshun, Mr. Lory had becum th Doctor's frend, and th qieet street-corner was th suny part of his lief.


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   On this serten fien Sunday, Mr. Lory waukt tords Soho, erly in th afternoon, for three reezons of habit. Ferstly, becauz, on fien Sundays, he offen waukt out, befor diner, with th Doctor and Lucie; secondly, becauz, on unfavourable Sundays, he was acustomd to be with them as th family frend, tauking, reeding, luuking out of windo, and jeneraly geting thru th dae; therdly, becauz he hapend to hav his oen litl shrood douts to solv, and nue how th waes of th Doctor's hous-hoeld pointed to that tiem as a liekly tiem for solving them.

   A quainter corner than th corner wherr th Doctor livd, was not to be found in London. Thair was no wae thru it, and th frunt windoes of th Doctor's lojings comanded a plezant litl vista of street that had a conjeenial air of retierment on it. Thair wer fue bildings then, north of th Oxford-roed, and forest-trees flerisht, and wield flowers groo, and th hauthorn blosomd, in th now vanisht feelds. As a conseqens, cuntry airs sercuelaeted in Soho with vigorus freedom, insted of langgwishing into th parrish liek strae paupers without a setlment; and thair was meny a guud south wall, not far off, on which th peeches riepend in thair seezon.

   Th sumer liet struk into th corner brilyantly in th erlyer part of th dae; but, when th streets groo hot, th corner was in shado, tho not in shado so remoet but that U cuud see beyond it into a glair of brietnes. It was a cool spot, staed but cheerful, a wunderful plaes for ekoes, and a verry harbour frum th raejing streets.

   Thair aut to hav bin a tranqil bark in such an ankorej, and thair was. Th Doctor ocuepied too flors of a larj stif hous, wherr several callings perported to be persood bi dae, but wherrof litl was audibl eny dae, and which was shund bi all of them at niet. In a bilding at th bak, ataenabl bi a cort-yard wherr a plaen-tree rusld its green leevs, cherch-organs claemd to be maed, and silver to be chaest, and liekwiez goeld to be beeten bi sum misteerius jieant hoo had a goelden arm starting out of th wall of th frunt hall -- as if he had beeten himself preshus, and menist a similar converzhun of all vizitors. Verry litl of thees traeds, or of a loenly lojer rumoured to liv up-stairs, or of a dim coech-triming maeker aserted to hav a counting-hous belo, was ever herd or seen. Ocaezhunaly, a strae werkman puuting his coet on, traverst th hall, or a straenjer peerd about thair, or a distant clink was herd across th cort-yard, or a thump frum th goelden jieant. Thees, however, wer oenly th exsepshuns reqierd to proov th


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rool that th sparroes in th plaen-tree behiend th hous, and th ekoes in th corner befor it, had thair oen wae frum Sunday morning unto Saturday niet.

   Doctor Manette reseevd such paeshents heer as his oeld repuetaeshun, and its revieval in th floeting whispers of his story, braut him. His sieentific nolej, and his vijilans and skil in conducting injeenius experriments, braut him utherwiez into moderet reqest, and he ernd as much as he wonted.

   Thees things wer within Mr. Jarvis Lorry's nolej, thauts, and noetis, when he rang th dor-bel of th tranqil hous in th corner, on th fien Sunday afternoon.

   "Doctor Manette at hoem?"

   Expected hoem.

   "Mis Lucie at hoem?"

   Expected hoem.

   "Mis Pross at hoem?"

   Posibly at hoem, but of a sertenty imposibl for handmaed to antisipaet intenshuns of Mis Pross, as to admishun or denieal of th fact.

   "As I am at hoem mieself," sed Mr. Lory, "I'l go upstairs."

   Alltho th Doctor's dauter had noen nuthing of th cuntry of her berth, she apeerd to hav inaetly derievd frum it that ability to maek much of litl meens, which is wun of its moest uesful and moest agreeabl characteristics. Simpl as th fernicher was, it was set off bi so meny litl adornments, of no value but for thair taest and fansy, that its efect was delietful. Th dispozishun of evrything in th rooms, frum th larjest object to th leest; th araenjment of colours, th elegant varieety and contrast obtaend bi thrift in trifles, bi deliket hands, cleer ies, and guud sens; wer at wuns so plezant in themselvs, and so expresiv of thair orijinaetor, that, as Mr. Lory stuud luuking about him, th verry chairs and taebls seemd to ask him, with sumthing of that pecuelyar expreshun which he nue so wel bi this tiem, whether he aproovd?

   Thair wer three rooms on a flor, and, th dors bi which thae comuenicaeted being puut oepen that th air miet pas freely thru them all, Mr. Lory, smielingly obzervant of that fansyful rezemblans which he detected all around him, waukt frum wun to anuther. Th ferst was th best room, and in it wer Lucie's berds, and flowers, and buuks, and desk, and werk-taebl, and box of wauter-colours; th second was th Doctor's consulting-room, uezd allso as th diening-room; th therd, changingly spekld bi th rusl of th plaen-tree in th yard, was th Doctor's bedroom,


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and thair, in a corner, stuud th disused shoemaker's bench and trae of tools, much as it had stuud on th fifth flor of th dizmal hous bi th wien-shop, in th suberb of Saent Antoine in Paris.

   "I wunder," sed Mr. Lory, pauzing in his luuking about, "that he keeps that remiender of his suferings about him!"

   "And whi wunder at that?" was th abrupt inqiery that maed him start.

   It proseeded frum Mis Pross, th wield red wuuman, strong of hand, ,hoos aqaentans he had ferst maed at th Roial George Hoetel at Dover, and had sinss improovd.

   "I shuud hav thaut -- " Mr. Lory began.

   "Pooh! U'd hav thaut!" sed Mis Pross; and Mr. Lory left off.

   "How do U do?" inqierd that laedy then -- sharply, and yet as if to expres that she bor him no malis.

   "I am prity wel, I thank U," anserd Mr. Lory, with meeknes; "how ar U?"

   "Nuthing to boest of," sed Mis Pross.

   "Indeed?"

   "Aa! indeed!" sed Mis Pross. "I am verry much puut out about mi Ladybird."

   "Indeed?"

   "For graeshus saek sae sumthing els besieds 'indeed,' or U'l fijet me to deth," sed Mis Pross: hoos carracter (disoeshiaeted frum stacher) was shortnes.

   "Reealy, then?" sed Mr. Lory, as an amendment.

   "Reealy, is bad enuf," reternd Mis Pross, "but beter. Yes, I am verry much puut out."

   "Mae I ask th cauz?"

   "I don't wont duzens of peepl hoo ar not at all werthy of Ladybird, to cum heer luuking after her," sed Mis Pross.

   "Do duzens cum for that perpos?"

   "Hundreds," sed Mis Pross.

   It was carracteristic of this laedy (as of sum uther peepl befor her tiem and sinss) that whenever her orijinal propozishun was qeschund, she exajeraeted it.

   "Deer me!" sed Mr. Lory, as th saefest remark he cuud think of.

   "I hav livd with th darling -- or th darling has livd with me, and paed me for it; which she sertenly shuud never hav dun, U mae taek yur afidaevit, if I cuud hav aforded to keep eether mieself or her for


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nuthing -- sinss she was ten yeers oeld. And it's reealy verry hard," sed Mis Pross.

   Not seeing with presizhun whut was verry hard, Mr. Lory shuuk his hed; uezing that important part of himself as a sort of fairy cloek that wuud fit enything.

   "All sorts of peepl hoo ar not in th leest degree werthy of th pet, ar allwaes terning up," sed Mis Pross. "When U began it -- "

   "I began it, Mis Pross?"

   "Didn't U? Hoo braut her faather to lief?"

   "O! If that was begining it -- " sed Mr. Lory.

   "It wasn't ending it, I supoez? I sae, when U began it, it was hard enuf; not that I hav eny fallt to fiend with Doctor Manette, exsept that he is not werthy of such a dauter, which is no impuetaeshun on him, for it was not to be expected that enybody shuud be, under eny sercumstanses. But it redy is dubly and trebly hard to hav crouds and multitueds of peepl terning up after him (I cuud hav forgiven him), to taek Ladybird's afecshuns awae frum me."

   Mr. Lory nue Mis Pross to be verry jelus, but he allso nue her bi this tiem to be, beneeth th servis of her ecsentrisity, wun of thoes unselfish creechers -- found oenly amung wimen -- hoo wil, for puer luv and admeraeshun, biend themselvs wiling slaevs, to yooth when thae hav lost it, to buety that thae never had, to accomplishments that thae wer never forchunet enuf to gaen, to briet hoeps that never shoen upon thair oen somber lievs. He nue enuf of th werld to noe that thair is nuthing in it beter than th faethful servis of th hart; so renderd and so free frum eny mersenairy taent, he had such an exallted respect for it, that in th retributive araenjments maed bi his oen miend -- we all maek such araenjments, mor or les -- he staeshund Mis Pross much neerer to th loeer Aenjels than meny laedys imezherably beter got up boeth bi Naecher and Art, hoo had balanses at Tellson's.

   "Thair never was, nor wil be, but wun man werthy of Ladybird," sed Mis Pross; "and that was mi bruther Solomon, if he hadn't maed a mistaek in lief."

   Heer agen: Mr. Lorry's inqierys into Mis Pross's personal history had establisht th fact that her bruther Solomon was a hartles scoundrel hoo had stript her of evrything she pozest, as a staek to specuelaet with, and had abandond her in her poverty for evermor, with no tuch of compunkshun. Mis Pross's fiedelity of beleef in Solomon (deducting a meer triefl for this sliet mistaek) was qiet a seerius mater with Mr. Lory, and had its waet in his guud opinyon of her.


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   "As we hapen to be aloen for th moement, and ar boeth peepl of biznes," he sed, when thae had got bak to th drawing-room and had sat doun thair in frendly relaeshuns, "let me ask U -- duz th Doctor, in tauking with Lucie, never refer to th shoemaking tiem, yet?"

   "Never."

   "And yet keeps that bench and thoes tools besied him?"

   "Aa!" reternd Mis Pross, shaeking her hed. "But I don't sae he don't refer to it within himself."

   "Do U beleev that he thinks of it much?"

   "I do," sed Mis Pross.

   "Do U imajin -- " Mr. Lory had begun, when Mis Pross tuuk him up short with:

   "Never imajin enything. Hav no imajinaeshun at all."

   "I stand corected; do U supoez -- U go so far as to supoez, sumtiems?"

   "Now and then," sed Mis Pross.

   "Do U supoez," Mr. Lory went on, with a lafing twinkl in his briet ie, as it luukt kiendly at her, "that Doctor Manette has eny theeory of his oen, prezervd thru all thoes yeers, relativ to th cauz of his being so oprest; perhaps, eeven to th naem of his opresor?"

   "I don't supoez enything about it but whut Ladybird tels me."

   "And that is -- ?"

   "That she thinks he has."

   "Now don't be anggry at mi asking all thees qeschuns; becauz I am a meer dul man of biznes, and U ar a wuuman of biznes."

   "Dul?" Mis Pross inqierd, with plasidity.

   Rather wishing his modest ajectiv awae, Mr. Lory replied, "No, no, no. Shurly not. To retern to biznes: -- Is it not remarkabl that Doctor Manette, unqeschunably inosent of eny craen as we ar all wel ashurd he is, shuud never tuch upon that qeschun? I wil not sae with me, tho he had biznes relaeshuns with me meny yeers ago, and we ar now intimet; I wil sae with th fair dauter to hoom he is so devoetedly atacht, and hoo is so devoetedly atacht to him? Beleev me, Mis Pross, I don't aproech th topic with U, out of cueriosity, but out of zelus interest."

   "Wel! To th best of mi understanding, and bad's th best, U'l tel me," sed Mis Pross, soffend bi th toen of th apolojy, "he is afraed of th hoel subject."

   "Afraed?"

   "It's plaen enuf, I shuud think, whi he mae be. It's a dredful remembrans.


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Besieds that, his loss of himself groo out of it. Not noeing how he lost himself, or how he recuverd himself, he mae never feel serten of not loozing himself agen. That aloen wuudn't maek th subject plezant, I shuud think."

   It was a profounder remark than Mr. Lory had luukt for. "Troo," sed he, "and feerful to reflect upon. Yet, a dout lerks in mi miend, Mis Pross, whether it is guud for Doctor Manette to hav that supreshun allwaes shut up within him. Indeed, it is this dout and th uneezynes it sumtiems cauzes me that has led me to our prezent confidens."

   "Can't be helpt," sed Mis Pross, shaeking her hed. "Tuch that string, and he instantly chaenjes for th wers. Beter leev it aloen. In short, must leev it aloen, liek or no liek. Sumtiems, he gets up in th ded of th niet, and wil be herd, bi us oeverhed thair, wauking up and doun, wauking up and doun, in his room. Ladybird has learnt to noe then that his miend is wauking up and doun, wauking up and doun, in his oeld prizon. She hurries to him, and thae go on together, wauking up and doun, wauking up and doun, until he is compoezd. But he never ses a werd of th troo reezon of his restlesnes, to her, and she fiends it best not to hint at it to him. In sielens thae go wauking up and doun together, wauking up and doun together, til her luv and cumpany hav braut him to himself."

   Notwithstanding Mis Pross's denieal of her oen imajinaeshun, thair was a persepshun of th paen of being monotonously haunted bi wun sad iedeea, in her repetishun of th fraez, wauking up and doun, which testified to her pozesing such a thing.

   Th corner has bin menshund as a wunderful corner for ekoes; it had begun to eko so resoundingly to th tred of cuming feet, that it seemd as tho th verry menshun of that weery paesing to and fro had set it going.

   "Heer thae ar!" sed Mis Pross, riezing to braek up th conferens; "and now we shal hav hundreds of peepl prity soon!"

   It was such a cuerius corner in its acoostical propertys, such a pecuelyar Eer of a plaes, that as Mr. Lory stuud at th oepen windo, luuking for th faather and dauter hoos steps he herd, he fansyd thae wuud never aproech. Not oenly wuud th ekoes die awae, as tho th steps had gon; but, ekoes of uther steps that never caem wuud be herd in thair sted, and wuud die awae for guud when thae seemd cloes at hand. However, faather and dauter did at last apeer, and Mis Pross was redy at th street dor to reseev them.


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   Mis Pross was a plezant siet, allbeeit wield, and red, and grim, taeking off her darling's bonet when she caem up-stairs, and tuching it up with th ends of her hankerchif, and bloeing th dust off it, and foelding her mantl redy for laeing bi, and smoothing her rich hair with as much pried as she cuud posibly hav taeken in her oen hair if she had bin th vainest and hansumest of wimen. Her darling was a plezant siet too, embraesing her and thanking her, and proetesting agenst her taeking so much trubl for her -- which last she oenly daird to do playfully, or Mis Pross, sorly hert, wuud hav retierd to her oen chaember and cried. Th Doctor was a plezant siet too, luuking on at them, and teling Mis Pross how she spoilt Lucie, in acsents and with ies that had as much spoiling in them as Mis Pross had, and wuud hav had mor if it wer posibl. Mr. Lory was a plezant siet too, beeming at all this in his litl wig, and thanking his bachelor stars for having lieted him in his decliening yeers to a Hoem. But, no Hundreds of peepl caem to see th siets, and Mr. Lory luukt in vaen for th fulfilment of Mis Pross's predicshun.

   Diner-tiem, and stil no Hundreds of peepl. In th araenjments of th litl hous-hoeld, Mis Pross tuuk charj of th loeer reejons, and allwaes aqited herself marvellously. Her diners, of a verry modest qolity, wer so wel cuukt and so wel servd, and so neet in thair contrievanses, haf English and haf French, that nuthing cuud be beter. Mis Pross's frendship being of th theroely practical kiend, she had ravaged Soho and th ajaesent provinses, in serch of impoverisht French, hoo, tempted bi shilings and haf-crouns, wuud impart cuelinairy misterys to her. Frum thees decaed suns and dauters of Gaul, she had aqierd such wunderful arts, that th wuuman and gerl hoo formd th staf of domestics regarded her as qiet a Sorceress, or Cinderella's Godmuther: hoo wuud send out for a foul, a rabit, a vejetabl or too frum th garden, and chaenj them into enything she pleezd.

   On Sundays, Mis Pross diend at th Doctor's taebl, but on uther daes persisted in taeking her meels at unnoen peeriods, eether in th loeer reejons, or in her oen room on th second flor -- a bloo chaember, to which no wun but her Ladybird ever gaend admitans. On this ocaezhun, Mis Pross, responding to Ladybird's plezant faes and plezant eforts to pleez her, unbent exseedingly; so th diner was verry plezant, too.

   It was an opresiv dae, and, after diner, Lucie propoezd that th wien shuud be carryd out under th plaen-tree, and thae shuud sit thair in th air. As evrything ternd upon her, and revolvd about her, thae


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went out under th plaen-tree, and she carryd th wien doun for th speshal benefit of Mr. Lory. She had installd herself, sum tiem befor, as Mr. Lorry's cup-bairer; and whiel thae sat under th plaen-tree, tauking, she kept his glas replenisht. Misteerius baks and ends of houses peeped at them as thae taukt, and th plaen-tree whisperd to them in its oen wae abuv thair heds.

   Stil, th Hundreds of peepl did not prezent themselvs. Mr. Darnay prezented himself whiel thae wer siting under th plaen-tree, but he was oenly Wun.

   Doctor Manette reseevd him kiendly, and so did Lucie. But, Mis Pross sudenly becaem aflicted with a twiching in th hed and body, and retierd into th hous. She was not unfrequently th victim of this disorder, and she calld it, in familyar conversaeshun, "a fit of th jerks."

   Th Doctor was in his best condishun, and luukt speshaly yung. Th rezemblans between him and Lucie was verry strong at such tiems, and as thae sat sied bi sied, she leening on his shoelder, and he resting his arm on th bak of her chair, it was verry agreeabl to traes th lieknes.

   He had bin tauking all dae, on meny subjects, and with unuezhual vivasity. "Prae, Doctor Manette," sed Mr. Darnay, as thae sat under th plaen-tree -- and he sed it in th nacheral persoot of th topic in hand, which hapend to be th oeld bildings of London -- "hav U seen much of th Tower?"

   "Lucie and I hav bin thair; but oenly cazhualy. We hav seen enuf of it, to noe that it teems with interest; litl mor."

   "I hav bin thair, as U remember," sed Darnay, with a smiel, tho reddening a litl anggrily, "in anuther carracter, and not in a carracter that givs fasilitys for seeing much of it. Thae toeld me a cuerius thing when I was thair."

   "Whut was that?" Lucie askt.

   "In maeking sum allteraeshuns, th werkmen caem upon an oeld dunjon, which had bin, for meny yeers, bilt up and forgoten. Evry stoen of its iner wall was cuverd bi inscripshuns which had bin carvd bi prizoners -- daets, naems, complaents, and prairs. Upon a corner stoen in an anggl of th wall, wun prizoner, hoo seemd to hav gon to execueshun, had cut as his last werk, three leters. Thae wer dun with sum verry pur instrument, and herydly, with an unstedy hand. At ferst, thae wer reed as D. I. C.; but, on being mor cairfuly examind, th last leter was found to be G. Thair was no record or lejend of eny prizoner with thoes inishals, and meny frootles geses wer maed whut th naem


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cuud hav bin. At length, it was sugjested that th leters wer not inishals, but th compleet werd, DIG. Th flor was examind verry cairfuly under th inscripshun, and, in th erth beneeth a stoen, or tiel, or sum fragment of paeving, wer found th ashes of a paeper, minggld with th ashes of a small lethern caes or bag. Whut th unnoen prizoner had riten wil never be reed, but he had riten sumthing, and hiden it awae to keep it frum th gaoler."

   "Mi faather," exclaemd Lucie, "U ar il!"

   He had sudenly started up, with his hand to his hed. His maner and his luuk qiet terrified them all.

   "No, mi deer, not il. Thair ar larj drops of raen falling, and thae maed me start. We had beter go in."

   He recuverd himself allmoest instantly. Raen was reealy falling in larj drops, and he shoed th bak of his hand with raen-drops on it. But, he sed not a singgl werd in referens to th discuvery that had bin toeld of, and, as thae went into th hous, th biznes ie of Mr. Lory eether detected, or fansyd it detected, on his faes, as it ternd tords Charles Darnay, th saem singguelar luuk that had bin upon it when it ternd tords him in th pasejes of th Cort Hous.

   He recuverd himself so qikly, however, that Mr. Lory had douts of his biznes ie. Th arm of th goelden jieant in th hall was not mor stedy than he was, when he stopt under it to remark to them that he was not yet proof agenst sliet serpriezes (if he ever wuud be), and that th raen had startld him.

   Tee-tiem, and Mis Pross maeking tee, with anuther fit of th jerks upon her, and yet no Hundreds of peepl. Mr. Carton had lounjd in, but he maed oenly Too.

   Th niet was so verry sultry, that alltho thae sat with dors and windoes oepen, thae wer oeverpowerd bi heet. When th tee-taebl was dun with, thae all moovd to wun of th windoes, and luukt out into th hevy twieliet. Lucie sat bi her faather; Darnay sat besied her; Carton leend agenst a windo. Th curtens wer long and whiet, and sum of th thunder-gusts that wherld into th corner, caut them up to th seeling, and waevd them liek spectral wings.

   "Th raen-drops ar stil falling, larj, hevy, and fue," sed Doctor Manette. "It cums sloely."

   "It cums shurly," sed Carton.

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   Thair was a graet hery in th streets of peepl speeding awae to get shelter befor th storm broek; th wunderful corner for ekoes rezounded with th ekoes of fuutsteps cuming and going, yet not a fuutstep was thair.

   "A multitued of peepl, and yet a solitued!" sed Darnay, when thae had lisend for a whiel.

   "Is it not impresiv, Mr. Darnay?" askt Lucie. "Sumtiems, I hav sat heer of an eevning, until I hav fansyd -- but eeven th shaed of a foolish fansy maeks me shuder to-niet, when all is so blak and solem -- "

   "Let us shuder too. We mae noe whut it is."

   "It wil seem nuthing to U. Such whims ar oenly impresiv as we orijinaet them, I think; thae ar not to be comuenicaeted. I hav sumtiems sat aloen heer of an eevning, lisening, until I hav maed th ekoes out to be th ekoes of all th fuutsteps that ar cuming bi-and-bi into our lievs."

   "Thair is a graet croud cuming wun dae into our lievs, if that be so," Sydney Carton struk in, in his moody wae.

   Th fuutsteps wer insesant, and th hery of them becaem mor and mor rapid. Th corner ekoed and re-ekoed with th tred of feet; sum, as it seemd, under th windoes; sum, as it seemd, in th room; sum cuming, sum going, sum braeking off, sum stoping alltogether; all in th distant streets, and not wun within siet.

   "Ar all thees fuutsteps destind to cum to all of us, Mis Manette, or ar we to divied them amung us?"

   "I don't noe, Mr. Darnay; I toeld U it was a foolish fansy, but U askt for it. When I hav yeelded mieself to it, I hav bin aloen, and then I hav imajind them th fuutsteps of th peepl hoo ar to cum into mi lief, and mi father's."

   "I taek them into mien!" sed Carton. "I ask no qeschuns and maek no stipulations. Thair is a graet croud bairing doun upon us, Mis Manette, and I see them -- bi th Lietning." He aded th last werds, after thair had bin a vivid flash which had shoen him lounjing in th windo.

   "And I heer them!" he aded agen, after a peel of thunder. "Heer thae cum, fast, feers, and fuerius!"

   It was th rush and ror of raen that he tipified, and it stopt him, for no vois cuud be herd in it. A memorabl storm of thunder and lietning broek with that sweep of wauter, and thair was not a moment's interval in crash, and fier, and raen, until after th moon roez at midniet.


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   Th graet bel of Saent Paul's was strieking wun in th cleerd air, when Mr. Lory, escorted bi Jerry, hi-booted and bairing a lantern, set forth on his retern-pasej to Clerkenwell. Thair wer solitairy paches of roed on th wae between Soho and Clerkenwell, and Mr. Lory, miendful of fuut-pads, allwaes retaend Jerry for this servis: tho it was uezhualy performd a guud too ours erlyer.

   "Whut a niet it has bin! Allmoest a niet, Jerry," sed Mr. Lory, "to bring th ded out of thair graevs."

   "I never see th niet mieself, master -- nor yet I don't expect to -- whut wuud do that," anserd Jerry.

   "Guud niet, Mr. Carton," sed th man of biznes. "Guud niet, Mr. Darnay. Shal we ever see such a niet agen, together!"

   Perhaps. Perhaps, see th graet croud of peepl with its rush and ror, bairing doun upon them, too.

MONSEIGNEUR IN TOUN

   MONSEIGNEUR, wun of th graet lords in power at th Cort, held his fortnietly resepshun in his grand hoetel in Paris. Monseigneur was in his iner room, his sankchuairy of sanctuaries, th Holiest of Holiests to th croud of wershipers in th sweet of rooms without. Monseigneur was about to taek his chocolet. Monseigneur cuud swolo a graet meny things with eez, and was bi sum fue sulen miends supoezd to be rather rapidly swoloeing France; but, his morning's chocolet cuud not so much as get into th throet of Monseigneur, without th aed of foer strong men besieds th Cuuk.


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   Yes. It tuuk foer men, all foer ablaez with gorjus decoraeshun, and th Cheef of them unaebl to exist with fueer than too goeld woches in his poket, emulative of th noebl and chaest fashun set bi Monseigneur, to conduct th hapy chocolet to Monseigneur's lips. Wun lacquey carryd th chocolet-pot into th saecred prezens; a second, milled and frothed th chocolet with th litl instrument he bor for that funkshun; a therd, prezented th favoured napkin; a foerth (he of th too goeld woches), pord th chocolet out. It was imposibl for Monseigneur to dispens with wun of thees atendants on th chocolet and hoeld his hi plaes under th admiering Hevens. Deep wuud hav bin th blot upon his escuchun if his chocolet had bin ignoebly waeted on bi oenly three men; he must hav died of too.

   Monseigneur had bin out at a litl super last niet, wherr th Comedy and th Grand Opera wer charmingly reprezented. Monseigneur was out at a litl super moest niets, with fasinaeting cumpany. So poliet and so impresibl was Monseigneur, that th Comedy and th Grand Opera had far mor inflooens with him in th tiersum articls of staet afairs and staet seecrets, than th needs of all France. A hapy sercumstans for France, as th liek allwaes is for all cuntrys similarly favoured! -- allwaes was for England (bi wae of exampl), in th regreted daes of th merry Stuart hoo soeld it.

   Monseigneur had wun trooly noebl iedeea of jeneral public biznes, which was, to let evrything go on in its oen wae; of particuelar public biznes, Monseigneur had th uther trooly noebl iedeea that it must all go his wae -- tend to his oen power and poket. Of his plezhers, jeneral and particuelar, Monseigneur had th uther trooly noebl iedeea, that th werld was maed for them. Th text of his order (allterd frum th orijinal bi oenly a proenoun, which is not much) ran: "Th erth and th fulness thairof ar mien, seth Monseigneur."

   Yet, Monseigneur had sloely found that vulgar embarrassments crept into his afairs, boeth prievet and public; and he had, as to boeth clases of afairs, alied himself perfors with a Farmer-Jeneral. As to fienanses public, becauz Monseigneur cuud not maek enything at all of them, and must conseqently let them out to sumbody hoo cuud; as to fienanses prievet, becauz Farmer-Jenerals wer rich, and Monseigneur, after jeneraeshuns of graet lugzhury and expens, was groeing pur. Hens Monseigneur had taeken his sister frum a convent, whiel thair was yet tiem to word off th impending vael, th cheapest garment she cuud wair, and had bestoed her as a priez upon a verry rich Farmer-Jeneral, pur in


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family. Which Farmer-Jeneral, carrying an aproepryet caen with a goelden apl on th top of it, was now amung th cumpany in th outer rooms, much prostrated befor bi man-kiend -- allwaes exsepting supeerior man-kiend of th blud of Monseigneur, hoo, his oen wief inclooded, luukt doun upon him with th loftiest contempt.

   A sumpchuos man was th Farmer-Jeneral. Therty horses stuud in his staebls, twenty-foer mael domestics sat in his halls, six body-wimen waeted on his wief. As wun hoo pretended to do nuthing but plunder and forej wherr he cuud, th Farmer-Jeneral -- how-so-ever his matrimoenial relaeshuns conduced to soeshal morality -- was at leest th graetest reality amung th personejes hoo atended at th hoetel of Monseigneur that dae.

   For, th rooms, tho a buetyful seen to luuk at, and adornd with evry devies of decoraeshun that th taest and skil of th tiem cuud acheev, wer, in trooth, not a sound biznes; considerd with eny referens to th scaircroes in th rags and nightcaps elswherr (and not so far off, eether, but that th woching towers of Notre Daem, allmoest eeqidistant frum th too extreems, cuud see them boeth), thae wuud hav bin an exseedingly uncumfortabl biznes -- if that cuud hav bin anybody's biznes, at th hous of Monseigneur. Militairy offisers destituet of militairy nolej; naeval offisers with no iedeea of a ship; sivil offisers without a noeshun of afairs; braezen ecclesiastics, of th werst werld werldly, with senshual ies, loos tungs, and looser lievs; all toetaly unfit for thair several callings, all lieing horribly in pretending to belong to them, but all neerly or remoetly of th order of Monseigneur, and thairfor foisted on all public emploiments frum which enything was to be got; thees wer to be toeld off bi th scor and th scor. Peepl not imeedyetly conected with Monseigneur or th Staet, yet eeqaly unconected with enything that was reeal, or with lievs past in traveling bi eny straet roed to eny troo erthly end, wer no les abundant. Doctors hoo maed graet forchuns out of daenty remedys for imajinairy disorders that never existed, smield upon thair cortly paeshents in th anty-chaembers of Monseigneur. Projectors hoo had discuverd evry kiend of remedy for th litl eevils with which th Staet was tucht, exsept th remedy of seting to werk in ernest to root out a singgl sin, pord thair distracting babble into eny eers thae cuud lae hoeld of, at th resepshun of Monseigneur. Unbeleeving Filosofers hoo wer remodelling th werld with werds, and maeking card-towers of Babel to scael th skies with, taukt with Unbeleeving Kemists hoo had


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an ie on th transmuetaeshun of metals, at this wunderful gathering acuemuelaeted bi Monseigneur. Exqizit jentlmen of th fienest breeding, which was at that remarkabl tiem -- and has bin sinss -- to be noen bi its froots of indiferens to evry nacheral subject of hueman interest, wer in th moest exemplary staet of exaustchun, at th hoetel of Monseigneur. Such hoems had thees vairius notabilities left behiend them in th fien werld of Paris, that th spies amung th asembld devotees of Monseigneur -- forming a guudly haf of th poliet cumpany -- wuud hav found it hard to discuver amung th aenjels of that sfeer wun solitairy wief, hoo, in her maners and apeerans, oend to being a Muther. Indeed, exsept for th meer act of bringing a trublsum creecher into this werld -- which duz not go far tords th realisation of th naem of muther -- thair was no such thing noen to th fashun. Pezant wimen kept th unfashionable baebys cloes, and braut them up, and charming, grandmammas of sixty drest and supped as at twenty.

   Th leprosy of unreality disfiguerd evry hueman creecher in atendans upon Monseigneur. In th outermoest room wer haf a duzen exsepshunal peepl hoo had had, for a fue yeers, sum vaeg misgiving in them that things in jeneral wer going rather rong. As a promising wae of seting them riet, haf of th haf-duzen had becum members of a fantastic sect of Convulsionists, and wer eeven then considering within themselvs whether thae shuud foem, raej, ror, and tern cataleptic on th spot -- thairbi seting up a hiely intelijibl fingger-poest to th Fuecher, for Monseigneur's giedans. Besieds thees Dervishes, wer uther three hoo had rusht into anuther sect, which mended maters with a jargon about "th Senter of Trooth:" hoelding that Man had got out of th Senter of Trooth -- which did not need much demonstraeshun -- but had not got out of th Sercumferens, and that he was to be kept frum flieing out of th Sercumferens, and was eeven to be shuvd bak into th Senter, bi fasting and seeing of spirits. Amung thees, acordingly, much discoursing with spirits went on -- and it did a werld of guud which never becaem manifest.

   But, th cumfort was, that all th cumpany at th grand hoetel of Monseigneur wer perfectly drest. If th Dae of Jujment had oenly bin asertaend to be a dres dae, evrybody thair wuud hav bin eternaly corect. Such frizling and poudering and stiking up of hair, such deliket complexions artifishaly prezervd and mended, such galant sords to luuk at, and such deliket onor to th sens of smel, wuud shurly keep enything going, for ever and ever. Th exqizit jentlmen


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of th fienest breeding wor litl pendent trinkets that chinkt as thae languidly moovd; thees goelden fetters rang liek preshus litl bels; and whut with that ringing, and with th rusl of silk and broecaed and fien linen, thair was a fluter in th air that fand Saent Antoine and his devouring hungger far awae.

   Dres was th wun unfaeling talisman and charm uezd for keeping all things in thair plaeses. Evrybody was drest for a Fansy Ball that was never to leev off. Frum th Palis of th Tuileries, thru Monseigneur and th hoel Cort, thru th Chaembers, th Tribuenals of Justis, and all sosieety (exsept th scaircroes), th Fansy Ball desended to th Comon Execueshuner: hoo, in persooans of th charm, was reqierd to ofishiaet "frizzled, pouderd, in a goeld-laest coet, pumps, and whiet silk stokings." At th galoes and th wheel -- th ax was a rairity -- Monsieur Paris, as it was th episcopal moed amung his bruther Profesors of th provinses, Monsieur Orleans, and th rest, to call him, prezieded in this daenty dres. And hoo amung th cumpany at Monseigneur's resepshun in that seventeen hundred and aetyeth yeer of our Lord, cuud posibly dout, that a sistem rooted in a frizzled hangman, pouderd, goeld-laest, pumpt, and whiet-silk stockinged, wuud see th verry stars out!

   Monseigneur having eezd his foer men of thair berdens and taeken his chocolet, cauzd th dors of th Holiest of Holiests to be throen oepen, and ishood forth. Then, whut submishun, whut crinjing and fauning, whut servility, whut abject huemiliaeshun! As to bowing doun in body and spirit, nuthing in that wae was left for Heven -- which mae hav bin wun amung uther reezons whi th wershipers of Monseigneur never trubld it.

   Bestowing a werd of promis heer and a smiel thair, a whisper on wun hapy slaev and a waev of th hand on anuther, Monseigneur affably past thru his rooms to th remoet reejon of th Sercumferens of Trooth. Thair, Monseigneur ternd, and caem bak agen, and so in due cors of tiem got himself shut up in his sankchuairy bi th chocolet sprites, and was seen no mor.

   Th sho being oever, th fluter in th air becaem qiet a litl storm, and th preshus litl bels went ringing doun-stairs. Thair was soon but wun person left of all th croud, and he, with his hat under his arm and his snuff-box in his hand, sloely past amung th mirors on his wae out.


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   "I devoet U," sed this person, stoping at th last dor on his wae, and terning in th direcshun of th sankchuairy, "to th Devil!"

   With that, he shuuk th snuff frum his finggers as if he had shaeken th dust frum his feet, and qieetly waukt doun-stairs.

   He was a man of about sixty, hansumly drest, hauty in maner, and with a faes liek a fien mask. A faes of a transpairent paelnes; evry feecher in it cleerly defiend; wun set expreshun on it. Th noez, buetyfuly formd utherwiez, was verry slietly pincht at th top of eech nostril. In thoes too compressions, or dints, th oenly litl chaenj that th faes ever shoed, rezieded. Thae persisted in chaenjing colour sumtiems, and thae wuud be ocaezhunaly dielaeted and contracted bi sumthing liek a faent pulsaeshun; then, thae gaev a luuk of trechery, and crooelty, to th hoel countenans. Examind with atenshun, its capasity of helping such a luuk was to be found in th lien of th mouth, and th liens of th orbits of th ies, being much too horizontal and thin; stil, in th efect of th faes maed, it was a hansum faes, and a remarkabl wun.

   Its oener went doun-stairs into th cort-yard, got into his carrej, and droev awae. Not meny peepl had taukt with him at th resepshun; he had stuud in a litl spaes apart, and Monseigneur miet hav bin wormer in his maner. It apeerd, under th sercumstanses, rather agreeabl to him to see th comon peepl disperst befor his horses, and offen bairly escaeping frum being run doun. His man droev as if he wer charjing an enemy, and th fuerius reklesnes of th man braut no chek into th faes, or to th lips, of th master. Th complaent had sumtiems maed itself audibl, eeven in that def sity and dum aej, that, in th narro streets without footways, th feers patrishan custom of hard drieving endaenjerd and maemd th meer vulgar in a barbarus maner. But, fue caird enuf for that to think of it a second tiem, and, in this mater, as in all uthers, th comon wretches wer left to get out of thair dificultys as thae cuud.

   With a wield ratl and clater, and an inhueman abandonment of consideraeshun not eezy to be understuud in thees daes, th carrej dasht thru streets and swept round corners, with wimen screeming befor it, and men cluching eech uther and cluching children out of its wae. At last, swooping at a street corner bi a founten, wun of its wheels caem to a sikening litl joelt, and thair was a loud cri frum a number of voises, and th horses reerd and plunjd.

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hav stopt; carrejes wer offen noen to driev on, and leev thair woonded behiend, and whi not? But th frietend valae had got doun in a hery, and thair wer twenty hands at th horses' bridles.

   "Whut has gon rong?" sed Monsieur, caamly luuking out.

   A tall man in a nightcap had caut up a bundl frum amung th feet of th horses, and had laed it on th baesment of th founten, and was doun in th mud and wet, houling oever it liek a wield animal.

   "Pardon, Monsieur th Marqis!" sed a raged and submisiv man, "it is a chield."

   "Whi duz he maek that abominabl noiz? Is it his chield?"

   "Excues me, Monsieur th Marqis -- it is a pity -- yes."

   Th founten was a litl remoovd; for th street oepend, wherr it was, into a spaes sum ten or twelv yards sqair. As th tall man sudenly got up frum th ground, and caem runing at th carrej, Monsieur th Marqis clapt his hand for an instant on his sord-hilt.

   "Kild!" shreekt th man, in wield desperaeshun, extending boeth arms at thair length abuv his hed, and stairing at him. "Ded!"

   Th peepl cloezd round, and luukt at Monsieur th Marqis. Thair was nuthing reveeld bi th meny ies that luukt at him but watchfulness and eegernes; thair was no vizibl menising or angger. Neether did th peepl sae enything; after th ferst cri, thae had bin sielent, and thae remaend so. Th vois of th submisiv man hoo had spoeken, was flat and taem in its extreem submishun. Monsieur th Marqis ran his ies oever them all, as if thae had bin meer rats cum out of thair hoels.

   He tuuk out his pers.

   "It is extraordinairy to me," sed he, "that U peepl cannot taek cair of yurselvs and yur children. Wun or th uther of U is for ever in th, wae. How do I noe whut injery U hav dun mi horses. See! Giv him that."

   He throo out a goeld coin for th valae to pik up, and all th heds craned forward that all th ies miet luuk doun at it as it fel. Th tall man calld out agen with a moest unerthly cri, "Ded!"

   He was arested bi th qik arieval of anuther man, for hoom th rest maed wae. On seeing him, th mizerabl creecher fel upon his shoelder, sobing and crieing, and pointing to th founten, wherr sum wimen wer stooping oever th moeshunles bundl, and mooving jently about it. Thae wer as sielent, however, as th men.

   "I noe all, I noe all," sed th last comer. "Be a braev man, mi Gaspard! It is beter for th pur litl plaething to die so, than to liv.


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It has died in a moement without paen. Cuud it hav livd an our as hapily?"

   "U ar a filosofer, U thair," sed th, Marqis, smieling. "How do thae call U?"

   "Thae call me Defarge."

   "Of whut traed?"

   "Monsieur th Marqis, vendor of wien."

   "Pik up that, filosofer and vendor of wien," sed th Marqis, throeing him anuther goeld coin, "and spend it as U wil. Th horses thair; ar thae riet?"

   Without deigning to luuk at th asemblej a second tiem, Monsieur th Marqis leend bak in his seet, and was just being driven awae with th air of a jentlman hoo had acsidentaly broek sum comon thing, and had paed for it, and cuud aford to pae for it; when his eez was sudenly disterbd bi a coin flieing into his carrej, and ringing on its flor.

   "Hoeld!" sed Monsieur th Marqis. "Hoeld th horses! Hoo throo that?"

   He luukt to th spot wherr Defarge th vendor of wien had stuud, a moement befor; but th reched faather was grovelling on his faes on th paevment in that spot, and th figuer that stuud besied him was th figuer of a dark stout wuuman, niting.

   "U daugs!" sed th Marqis, but smoothly, and with an unchaenjd frunt, exsept as to th spots on his noez: "I wuud ried oever eny of U verry wilingly, and exterminaet U frum th erth. If I nue which rascal throo at th carrej, and if that brigand wer sufishently neer it, he shuud be crusht under th wheels."

   So cowed was thair condishun, and so long and hard thair expeeryens of whut such a man cuud do to them, within th law and beyond it, that not a vois, or a hand, or eeven an ie was raezd. Amung th men, not wun. But th wuuman hoo stuud niting luukt up stedily, and luukt th Marqis in th faes. It was not for his dignity to noetis it; his contempchuos ies past oever her, and oever all th uther rats; and he leend bak in his seet agen, and gaev th werd "Go on!"

   He was driven on, and uther carrejes caem wherling bi in qik sucseshun; th Minister, th Staet-Projector, th Farmer-Jeneral, th Doctor, th Lawyer, th Ecleeziastic, th Grand Opera, th Comedy, th hoel Fansy Ball in a briet continueus flo, caem wherling bi. Th rats had crept out of thair hoels to luuk on, and thae remaend


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luuking on for ours; soeljers and polees offen pasing between them and th spectacl, and maeking a barryer behiend which thae slunk, and thru which thae peeped. Th faather had long ago taeken up his bundl and bidden himself awae with it, when th wimen hoo had tended th bundl whiel it lae on th baes of th founten, sat thair woching th runing of th wauter and th roeling of th Fansy Ball -- when th wun wuuman hoo had stuud conspicueus, niting, stil nited on with th steadfastness of Faet. Th wauter of th founten ran, th swift river ran, th dae ran into eevning, so much lief in th sity ran into deth acording to rool, tiem and tied waeted for no man, th rats wer sleeping cloes together in thair dark hoels agen, th Fansy Ball was lieted up at super, all things ran thair cors.

MONSEIGNEUR IN TH CUNTRY

   A BUETYFUL LANDSCAEP, with th corn briet in it, but not abundant. Paches of pur ri wherr com shuud hav bin, paches of pur pees and beens, paches of moest cors vejetabl substituets for wheet. On inanimet naecher, as on th men and wimen hoo cultivaeted it, a prevalent tendensy tords an apeerans of vejetaeting unwilingly -- a dejected dispozishun to giv up, and wither awae.

   Monsieur th Marqis in his traveling carrej (which miet hav bin lieter), conducted bi foer poest-horses and too postilions, fagd up a steep hil. A blush on th countenans of Monsieur th Marqis was no impeechment of his hi breeding; it was not frum within; it was ocaezhund bi an external sercumstans beyond his controel -- th seting sun.


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   Th sunset struk so brilyantly into th traveling carrej when it gaend th hil-top, that its ocuepant was steept in crimzon. "It wil die out," sed Monsieur th Marqis, glansing at his hands, "directly."

   In efect, th sun was so lo that it dipt at th moement. When th hevy drag had bin ajusted to th wheel, and th carrej slid doun hil, with a cinderous smel, in a cloud of dust, th red glo departed qikly; th sun and th Marqis going doun together, thair was no glo left when th drag was taeken off.

   But, thair remaend a broeken cuntry, boeld and oepen, a litl vilej at th botom of th hil, a braud sweep and riez beyond it, a cherch- tower, a windmil, a forest for th chaes, and a crag with a fortres on it uezd as a prizon. Round upon all thees darkening objects as th niet droo on, th Marqis luukt, with th air of wun hoo was cuming neer hoem.

   Th vilej had its wun pur street, with its pur brooery, pur tanery, pur tavern, pur staebl-yard for relays of poest-horses, pur founten, all uezhual pur apointments. It had its pur peepl too. All its peepl wer pur, and meny of them wer siting at thair dors, shreding spair unyons and th liek for super, whiel meny wer at th founten, woshing leevs, and grases, and eny such small yieldings of th erth that cuud be eeten. Expresiv sips of whut maed them pur, wer not wonting; th tax for th staet, th tax for th cherch, th tax for th lord, tax loecal and tax jeneral, wer to be paed heer and to be paed thair, acording to solem inscripshun in th litl vilej, until th wunder was, that thair was eny vilej left unswallowed.

   Fue children wer to be seen, and no daugs. As to th men and wimen, thair chois on erth was staeted in th prospect -- Lief on th loeest terms that cuud sustaen it, doun in th litl vilej under th mil; or captivity and Deth in th dominant prizon on th crag.

   Herralded bi a curyer in advans, and bi th craking of his postilions' whips, which twiend snaek-liek about thair heds in th eevning air, as if he caem atended bi th Furies, Monsieur th Marqis droo up in his traveling carrej at th posting-hous gaet. It was hard bi th founten, and th pezants suspended thair operaeshuns to luuk at him. He luukt at them, and saw in them, without noeing it, th slo shur fieling doun of mizery-worn faes and figuer, that was to maek th meagreness of Frenchmen an English sooperstishun which shuud serviev th trooth thru th best part of a hundred yeers.

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droopt befor him, as th liek of himself had droopt befor Monseigneur of th Cort -- oenly th diferens was, that thees faeses droopt meerly to sufer and not to propishiaet -- when a grizld mender of th roeds joind th groop.

   "Bring me hither that felo!" sed th Marqis to th curyer.

   Th felo was braut, cap in hand, and th uther feloes cloezd round to luuk and lisen, in th maner of th peepl at th Paris founten.

   "I past U on th roed?"

   "Monseigneur, it is troo. I had th onor of being past on th roed."

   "Cuming up th hil, and at th top of th hil, boeth?"

   "Monseigneur, it is troo."

   "Whut did U luuk at, so fixedly?"

   "Monseigneur, I luukt at th man."

   He stoopt a litl, and with his taterd bloo cap pointed under th carrej. All his feloes stoopt to luuk under th carrej.

   "Whut man, pig? And whi luuk thair?"

   "Pardon, Monseigneur; he swung bi th chaen of th shoo -- th drag."

   "Hoo?" demanded th traveler.

   "Monseigneur, th man."

   "Mae th Devil carry awae thees idiots! How do U can th man? U noe all th men of this part of th cuntry. Hoo was he?"

   "Yur clemensy, Monseigneur! He was not of this part of th cuntry. Of all th daes of mi lief, I never saw him."

   "Swinging bi th chaen? To be sufocaeted?"

   "With yur graeshus permishun, that was th wunder of it, Monseigneur. His hed hanging oever -- liek this!"

   He ternd himself siedwaes to th carrej, and leend bak, with his faes throen up to th skie, and his hed hanging doun; then recuverd himself, fumbld with his cap, and maed a bow.

   "Whut was he liek?"

   "Monseigneur, he was whiter than th miler. All cuverd with dust, whiet as a specter, tall as a specter!"

   Th pikcher produest an imens sensaeshun in th litl croud; but all ies, without compairing noets with uther ies, luukt at Monsieur th Marqis. Perhaps, to obzerv whether he had eny specter on his conshens.


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   "Trooly, U did wel," sed th Marqis, felicitously sensibl that such vermin wer not to rufl him, "to see a theef acumpanying mi carrej, and not oepen that graet mouth of yurs. Baa! Puut him asied, Monsieur Gabelle!"

   Monsieur Gabelle was th Poestmaster, and sum uther taxing funkshunairy uenieted; he had cum out with graet obsequiousness to asist at this examinaeshun, and had held th examind bi th draepery of his arm in an ofishal maner.

   "Baa! Go asied!" sed Monsieur Gabelle.

   "Lae hands on this straenjer if he seeks to loj in yur vilej to- niet, and be shur that his biznes is onest, Gabelle."

   "Monseigneur, I am flaterd to devoet mieself to yur orders."

   "Did he run awae, felo? -- wherr is that Acurst?"

   Th acurst was allredy under th carrej with sum haf-duzen particuelar frends, pointing out th chaen with his bloo cap. Sum haf- duzen uther particuelar frends promptly halld him out, and prezented him brethles to Monsieur th Marqis.

   "Did th man run awae, Doelt, when we stopt for th drag?"

   "Monseigneur, he presipitaeted himself oever th hil-sied, hed ferst, as a person plunjes into th river."

   "See to it, Gabelle. Go on!"

   Th haf-duzen hoo wer peering at th chaen wer stil amung th wheels, ne sheep; th wheels ternd so sudenly that thae wer luky to saev thair skins and boens; thae had verry litl els to saev, or thae miet not hav bin so forchunet.

   Th berst with which th carrej started out of th vilej and up th riez beyond, was soon chekt bi th steepness of th hil. Grajualy, it subsieded to a fuut paes, swinging and lumbering upward amung th meny sweet sents of a sumer niet. Th postilions, with a thouzand gosamer gnats sercling about them in loo of th Furies, qieetly mended th points to th lashes of thair whips; th valae waukt bi th horses; th curyer was audibl, troting on ahed into th dun distans.

   At th steepest point of th hil thair was a litl berrial-ground, with a Cross and a nue larj figuer of Our Saevuer on it; it was a pur figuer in wuud, dun bi sum inexpeeryenst rustic carver, but he had studyd th figuer frum th lief -- his oen lief, maebe -- for it was dredfuly spair and thin.

   To this distressful emblem of a graet distres that had long bin groeing wers, and was not at its werst, a wuuman was neeling. She


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ternd her hed as th carrej caem up to her, roez qikly, and prezented herself at th carrej-dor.

   "It is U, Monseigneur! Monseigneur, a petishun."

   With an exclamaeshun of impaeshens, but with his unchaenjabl faes, Monseigneur luukt out.

   "How, then! Whut is it? Allwaes petishuns!"

   "Monseigneur. For th luv of th graet God! Mi huzband, th forester. "

   "Whut of yur huzband, th forester? Allwaes th saem with U peepl. He cannot pae sumthing?"

   "He has paed all, Monseigneur. He is ded."

   "Wel! He is qieet. Can I restor him to U?"

   "Alas, no, Monseigneur! But he lies yonder, under a litl heep of pur gras."

   "Wel?"

   "Monseigneur, thair ar so meny litl heeps of pur gras?"

   "Agen, wel?"

   She luukt an oeld wuuman, but was yung. Her maner was wun of pashunet greef; bi terns she claspt her veinous and noted hands together with wield enerjy, and laed wun of them on th carrej-dor -- tenderly, caressingly, as if it had bin a hueman brest, and cuud be expected to feel th apeeling tuch.

   "Monseigneur, heer me! Monseigneur, heer mi petishun! Mi huzband died of wont; so meny die of wont; so meny mor wil die of wont."

   "Agen, wel? Can I feed them?"

   "Monseigneur, th guud God noes; but I don't ask it. Mi petishun is, that a morsel of stoen or wuud, with mi husband's naem, mae be plaest oever him to sho wherr he lies. Utherwiez, th plaes wil be qikly forgoten, it wil never be found when I am ded of th saem malady, I shal be laed under sum uther heep of pur gras. Monseigneur, thae ar so meny, thae increes so fast, thair is so much wont. Monseigneur! Monseigneur!"

   Th valae had puut her awae frum th dor, th carrej had broeken into a brisk trot, th postilions had qikend th paes, she was left far behiend, and Monseigneur, agen escorted bi th Furies, was rapidly diminishing th leeg or too of distans that remaend between him and his shato.

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at th founten not far awae; to hoom th mender of roeds, with th aed of th bloo cap without which he was nuthing, stil enlarjd upon his man liek a specter, as long as thae cuud bair it. Bi degrees, as thae cuud bair no mor, thae dropt off wun bi wun, and liets twinkled in litl casements; which liets, as th casements darkend, and mor stars caem out, seemd to hav shot up into th skie insted of having bin extinggwisht.

   Th shado of a larj hi-rooft hous, and of meny oever-hanging trees, was upon Monsieur th Marqis bi that tiem; and th shado was exchaenjd for th liet of a flambo, as his carrej stopt, and th graet dor of his shato was oepend to him.

   "Monsieur Charles, hoom I expect; is he arievd frum England?"

   "Monseigneur, not yet."

TH GORGON'S HED

   IT WAS a hevy mas of bilding, that shato of Monsieur th Marqis, with a larj stoen cort-yard befor it, and too stoen sweeps of staircaes meeting in a stoen terres befor th prinsipal dor. A stoeny biznes alltogether, with hevy stoen balustrades, and stoen erns, and stoen flowers, and stoen faeses of men, and stoen heds of lieons, in all direcshuns. As if th Gorgon's hed had servaed it, when it was finisht, too sencherys ago.

   Up th braud fliet of shalo steps, Monsieur th Marqis, flambo preseeded, went frum his carrej, sufishently disterbing th darknes to elisit loud remonstrans frum an oul in th roof of th graet piel of


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staebl bilding awae amung th trees. All els was so qieet, that th flambo carryd up th steps, and th uther flambo held at th graet dor, bernt as if thae wer in a cloes room of staet, insted of being in th oepen niet-air. Uther sound than th owl's vois thair was nun, saev th faeling of a founten into its stoen baesin; for, it was wun of thoes dark niets that hoeld thair breth bi th our together, and then heev a long lo si, and hoeld thair breth agen.

   Th graet dor clangd behiend him, and Monsieur th Marqis crosst a hall grim with serten oeld bor-spears, sords, and nievs of th chaes; grimer with serten hevy rieding-rods and rieding-whips, of which meny a pezant, gon to his benefactor Deth, had felt th waet when his lord was anggry.

   Avoiding th larjer rooms, which wer dark and maed fast for th niet, Monsieur th Marqis, with his flambo-bairer going on befor, went up th staircaes to a dor in a coridor. This throen oepen, admited him to his oen prievet apartment of three rooms: his bed-chaember and too uthers. Hi vallted rooms with cool uncarpeted flors, graet daugs upon th hearths for th berning of wuud in winter tiem, and all lugzhurys befiting th staet of a marqis in a lugzhurius aej and cuntry. Th fashun of th last Louis but wun, of th lien that was never to braek -- th forteenth Louis -- was conspicueus in thair rich fernicher; but, it was diversified bi meny objects that wer ilustraeshuns of oeld paejes in th history of France.

   A super-taebl was laed for too, in th therd of th rooms; a round room, in wun of th chateau's foer extinggwisher-topt towers. A small loffty room, with its windo wied oepen, and th wuuden jalusy-bliends cloezd, so that th dark niet oenly shoed in sliet horizontal liens of blak, allternaeting with thair braud liens of stoen colour.

   "Mi nefue," sed th Marqis, glansing at th super preparaeshun; "thae sed he was not arievd."

   Nor was he; but, he had bin expected with Monseigneur.

   "Aa! It is not probabl he wil ariev to-niet; nevertheles, leev th taebl as it is. I shal be redy in a qorter of an our."

   In a qorter of an our Monseigneur was redy, and sat doun aloen to his sumpchuos and chois super. His chair was opozit to th windo, and he had taeken his soop, and was raezing his glas of Bordeaux to his lips, when he puut it doun.

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   "Monseigneur? That?"

   "Outsied th bliends. Oepen th bliends."

   It was dun.

   "Wel?"

   "Monseigneur, it is nuthing. Th trees and th niet ar all that ar heer."

   Th servant hoo spoek, had throen th bliends wied, had luukt out into th vaecant darknes, and stuud with that blank behiend him, luuking round for instrucshuns.

   "Guud," sed th imperterbabl master. "Cloez them agen."

   That was dun too, and th Marqis went on with his super. He was haf wae thru it, when he agen stopt with his glas in his hand, heering th sound of wheels. It caem on briskly, and caem up to th frunt of th shato.

   "Ask hoo is arievd."

   It was th nefue of Monseigneur. He had bin sum fue leegs behiend Monseigneur, erly in th afternoon. He had diminisht th distans rapidly, but not so rapidly as to cum up with Monseigneur on th roed. He had herd of Monseigneur, at th posting-houses, as being befor him.

   He was to be toeld (sed Monseigneur) that super awaeted him then and thair, and that he was praed to cum to it. In a litl whiel he caem. He had bin noen in England as Charles Darnay.

   Monseigneur reseevd him in a cortly maner, but thae did not shaek hands.

   "U left Paris yesterdae, ser?" he sed to Monseigneur, as he tuuk his seet at taebl.

   "Yesterdae. And U?"

   "I cum direct."

   "Frum London?"

   "Yes."

   "U hav bin a long tiem cuming," sed th Marqis, with a smiel.

   "On th contrairy; I cum direct."

   "Pardon me! I meen, not a long tiem on th jerny; a long tiem intending th jerny."

   "I hav bin detaend bi" -- th nefue stopt a moement in his anser -- "vairius biznes."

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   So long as a servant was prezent, no uther werds past between them. When coffy had bin servd and thae wer aloen together, th nefue, luuking at th unkl and meeting th ies of th faes that was liek a fien mask, oepend a conversaeshun.

   "I hav cum bak, ser, as U antisipaet, persooing th object that tuuk me awae. It carryd me into graet and unexpected perril; but it is a saecred object, and if it had carryd me to deth I hoep it wuud hav sustaend me."

   "Not to deth," sed th unkl; "it is not nesesairy to sae, to deth."

   "I dout, ser," reternd th nefue, "whether, if it had carryd me to th utmoest brink of deth, U wuud hav caird to stop me thair."

   Th deepend marks in th noez, and th lengthening of th fien straet liens in th crooel faes, luukt ominus as to that; th unkl maed a graesful jescher of protest, which was so cleerly a sliet form of guud breeding that it was not re-ashuring.

   "Indeed, ser," persood th nefue, "for enything I noe, U mae hav expresly werkt to giv a mor suspishus apeerans to th suspishus sercumstanses that serounded me."

   "No, no, no," sed th unkl, plezantly.

   "But, however that mae be," rezoomd th nefue, glansing at him with deep distrust, "I noe that yur diploemasy wuud stop me bi eny meens, and wuud noe no scroopl as to meens."

   "Mi frend, I toeld U so," sed th unkl, with a fien pulsaeshun in th too marks. "Do me th faevor to recall that I toeld U so, long ago."

   "I recall it."

   "Thank U," sed th Marqis -- verry sweetly indeed.

   His toen linggerd in th air, allmoest liek th toen of a muezical instrument.

   "In efect, ser," persood th nefue, "I beleev it to be at wuns yur bad forchun, and mi guud forchun, that has kept me out of a prizon in France heer."

   "I do not qiet understand," reternd th unkl, siping his coffy. "Dair I ask U to explaen?"

   "I beleev that if U wer not in disgraes with th Cort, and had not bin oevershadoed bi that cloud for yeers past, a leter de cashae wuud hav sent me to sum fortres indefinitly."

   "It is posibl," sed th unkl, with graet caamnes. "For th onor of th family, I cuud eeven rezolv to incomoed U to that extent. Prae excues me!"


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   "I perseev that, hapily for me, th Resepshun of th dae befor yesterdae was, as uezhual, a coeld wun," obzervd th nefue.

   "I wuud not sae hapily, mi frend," reternd th unkl, with refiend polietnes; "I wuud not be shur of that. A guud oportuenity for consideraeshun, serounded bi th advantejes of solitued, miet inflooens yur destiny to far graeter advantej than U inflooens it for yurself. But it is uesles to discus th qeschun. I am, as U sae, at a disadvantej. Thees litl instruments of corecshun, thees jentl aeds to th power and onor of familys, thees sliet favours that miet so incomoed U, ar oenly to be obtaend now bi interest and importuenity. Thae ar saut bi so meny, and thae ar granted (comparrativly) to so fue! It uezd not to be so, but France in all such things is chaenjd for th wers. Our not remoet ansestors held th riet of lief and deth oever th serounding vulgar. Frum this room, meny such daugs hav bin taeken out to be hangd; in th next room (mi bedroom), wun felo, to our nolej, was poniarded on th spot for profesing sum insolent delicasy respecting his dauter -- his dauter? We hav lost meny privilejes; a nue filosofy has becum th moed; and th asershun of our staeshun, in thees daes, miet (I do not go so far as to sae wuud, but miet) cauz us reeal inconveenyuns. All verry bad, verry bad!"

   Th Marqis tuuk a jentl litl pinch of snuff, and shuuk his hed; as elegantly despondent as he cuud becumingly be of a cuntry stil contaening himself, that graet meens of rejeneraeshun.

   "We hav so aserted our staeshun, boeth in th oeld tiem and in th modern tiem allso," sed th nefue, gloomily, "that I beleev our naem to be mor detested than eny naem in France."

   "Let us hoep so," sed th unkl. "Deetestaeshun of th hi is th involuntairy homej of th lo."

   "Thair is not," persood th nefue, in his former toen, "a faes I can luuk at, in all this cuntry round about us, which luuks at me with eny deferens on it but th dark deferens of feer and slaevery."

   "A compliment," sed th Marqis, "to th granjer of th family, merrited bi th maner in which th family has sustaend its granjer. Hah!" And he tuuk anuther jentl litl pinch of snuff, and lietly crosst his legs.

   But, when his nefue, leening an elbo on th taebl, cuverd his ies thautfuly and dejectedly with his hand, th fien mask luukt at him siedwaes with a strongger consentraeshun of keennes, cloesnes, and


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disliek, than was comportable with its wearer's asumpshun of indiferens.

   "Represhun is th oenly lasting filosofy. Th dark deferens of feer and slaevery, mi frend," obzervd th Marqis, "wil keep th daugs oebeedyent to th whip, as long as this roof," luuking up to it, "shuts out th skie."

   That miet not be so long as th Marqis supoezd. If a pikcher of th shato as it was to be a verry fue yeers hens, and of fifty liek it as thae too wer to be a verry fue yeers hens, cuud hav bin shoen to him that niet, he miet hav bin at a loss to claem his oen frum th gastly, fier-chard, plunder-rekt raens. As for th roof he vaunted, he miet hav found that shuting out th skie in a nue wae -- to wit, for ever, frum th ies of th bodys into which its leed was fierd, out of th barrels of a hundred thouzand muskets.

   "Meenwhiel," sed th Marqis, "I wil prezerv th onor and repoez of th family, if U wil not. But U must be fateegd. Shal we terminaet our conferens for th niet?"

   "A moement mor."

   "An our, if U pleez."

   "Ser," sed th nefue, "we hav dun rong, and ar reeping th froots of rong."

   "We hav dun rong?" repeeted th Marqis, with an inqiering smiel, and deliketly pointing, ferst to his nefue, then to himself.

   "Our family; our honourable family, hoos onor is of so much acount to boeth of us, in such diferent waes. Eeven in mi father's tiem, we did a werld of rong, injering evry hueman creecher hoo caem between us and our plezher, whutever it was. Whi need I speek of mi father's tiem, when it is eeqaly yurs? Can I separaet mi father's twin- bruther, joint inherritor, and next sucsesor, frum himself?"

   "Deth has dun that!" sed th Marqis.

   "And has left me," anserd th nefue, "bound to a sistem that is frietful to me, responsibl for it, but powerles in it; seeking to execuet th last reqest of mi deer mother's lips, and oebae th last luuk of mi deer mother's ies, which implord me to hav mersy and to redress; and torcherd bi seeking asistans and power in vaen."

   "Seeking them frum me, mi nefue," sed th Marqis, tuching him on th brest with his forfingger -- thae wer now standing bi th harth -- "U wil for ever seek them in vaen, be ashurd."


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   Evry fien straet lien in th cleer whietnes of his faes, was crooely, craftily, and cloesly comprest, whiel he stuud luuking qieetly at his nefue, with his snuff-box in his hand. Wuns agen he tucht him on th brest, as tho his fingger wer th fien point of a small sord, with which, in deliket fines, he ran him thru th body, and sed,

   "Mi frend, I wil die, perpechuaeting th sistem under which I hav livd."

   When he had sed it, he tuuk a culminaeting pinch of snuff, and puut his box in his poket.

   "Beter to be a rashunal creecher," he aded then, after ringing a small bel on th taebl, "and acsept yur nacheral destiny. But U ar lost, Monsieur Charles, I see."

   "This property and France ar lost to me," sed th nefue, sadly; "I renouns them."

   "Ar thae boeth yurs to renouns? France mae be, but is th property? It is scairsly werth menshuning; but, is it yet?"

   "I had no intenshun, in th werds I uezd, to claem it yet. If it past to me frum U, to-morro -- "

   "Which I hav th vanity to hoep is not probabl."

   " -- or twenty yeers hens -- "

   "U do me too much onor," sed th Marqis; "stil, I prefer that supozishun."

   " -- I wuud abandon it, and liv utherwiez and elswherr. It is litl to relinqish. Whut is it but a wildernes of mizery and rooin!"

   "Hah!" sed th Marqis, glansing round th lugzhurius room.

   "To th ie it is fair enuf, heer; but seen in its integrity, under th skie, and bi th daeliet, it is a crumbling tower of waest, mismanejment, extorshun, det, morgej, opreshun, hungger, nakedness, and sufering."

   "Hah!" sed th Marqis agen, in a wel-satisfied maner.

   "If it ever becums mien, it shal be puut into sum hands beter qolified to free it sloely (if such a thing is posibl) frum th waet that drags it doun, so that th mizerabl peepl hoo cannot leev it and hoo hav bin long wrung to th last point of endurans, mae, in anuther jeneraeshun, sufer les; but it is not for me. Thair is a curs on it, and on all this land."

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   "I must do, to liv, whut uthers of mi cuntrymen, eeven with noebility at thair baks, mae hav to do sum dae-werk."

   "In England, for exampl?"

   "Yes. Th family onor, ser, is saef frum me in this cuntry. Th family naem can sufer frum me in no uther, for I bair it in no uther."

   Th ringing of th bel had cauzd th ajoining bed-chaember to be lieted. It now shoen brietly, thru th dor of comuenicaeshun. Th Marqis luukt that wae, and lisend for th retreeting step of his valae.

   "England is verry atractiv to U, seeing how indiferently U hav prosperd thair," he obzervd then, terning his caam faes to his nefue with a smiel.

   "I hav allredy sed, that for mi prospering thair, I am sensibl I mae be indeted to U, ser. For th rest, it is mi Refuej."

   "Thae sae, thoes boestful English, that it is th Refuej of meny. U noe a compaetriot hoo has found a Refuej thair? A Doctor?"

   "Yes."

   "With a dauter?"

   "Yes."

   "Yes," sed th Marqis. "U ar fateegd. Guud niet!"

   As he bent his hed in his moest cortly maner, thair was a seecresy in his smieling faes, and he convaed an air of mistery to thoes werds, which struk th ies and eers of his nefue forsibly. At th saem tiem, th thin straet liens of th seting of th ies, and th thin straet lips, and th markings in th noez, curvd with a sarcazm that luukt hansumly dieabolic.

   "Yes," repeeted th Marqis. "A Doctor with a dauter. Yes. So comenses th nue filosofy! U ar fateegd. Guud niet!"

   It wuud hav bin of as much avael to interrogaet eny stoen faes outsied th shato as to interrogaet that faes of his. Th nefue luukt at him, in vaen, in pasing on to th dor.

   "Guud niet!" sed th unkl. "I luuk to th plezher of seeing U agen in th morning. Guud repoez! Liet Monsieur mi nefue to his chaember thair! -- And bern Monsieur mi nefue in his bed, if U wil," he aded to himself, befor he rang his litl ben agen, and sumond his valae to his oen bedroom.

   Th valae cum and gon, Monsieur th Marqis waukt to and fro in his loos chaember-roeb, to prepair himself jently for sleep, that hot stil niet. Rusling about th room, his sofftly-slippered feet maeking no noiz on th flor, he moovd liek a refiend tieger: -- luukt liek sum enchanted


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marqis of th impenitently wiked sort, in story, hoos peeriodical chaenj into tieger form was eether just going off, or just cuming on.

   He moovd frum end to end of his volupchuos bedroom, luuking agen at th scraps of th day's jerny that caem unbiden into his miend; th slo toil up th hil at sunset, th seting sun, th desent, th mil, th prizon on th crag, th litl vilej in th holo, th pezants at th founten, and th mender of roeds with his bloo cap pointing out th chaen under th carrej. That founten sugjested th Paris founten, th litl bundl lieing on th step, th wimen bending oever it, and th tall man with his arms up, crieing, "Ded!"

   "I am cool now," sed Monsieur th Marqis, "and mae go to bed."

   So, leeving oenly wun liet berning on th larj harth, he let his thin gauz curtens fa]J around him, and herd th niet braek its sielens with a long si as he compoezd himself to sleep.

   Th stoen faeses on th outer waels staird bliendly at th blak niet for three hevy ours; for three hevy ours, th horses in th staebls ratld at thair raks, th daugs barked, and th oul maed a noiz with verry litl rezemblans in it to th noiz convenshunaly asiend to th oul bi men- poeets. But it is th obstinet custom of such creechers hardly ever to sae whut is set doun for them.

   For three hevy ours, th stoen faeses of th shato, lieon and hueman, staird bliendly at th niet. Ded darknes lae on all th landscaep, ded darknes aded its oen hush to th hushing dust on all th roeds. Th berrial-plaes had got to th pas that its litl heeps of pur gras wer undistinguishable frum wun anuther; th figuer on th Cross miet hav cum doun, for enything that cuud be seen of it. In th vilej, taxers and taxt wer fast asleep. Dreeming, perhaps, of banqets, as th starvd uezhualy do, and of eez and rest, as th driven slaev and th yoked ox mae, its leen inhabitants slept soundly, and wer fed and freed.

   Th founten in th vilej floed unseen and unherd, and th founten at th shato dropt unseen and unherd -- boeth melting awae, liek th minits that wer falling frum th spring of Tiem -- thru three dark ours. Then, th grae wauter of boeth began to be goestly in th liet, and th ies of th stoen faeses of th shato wer oepend.

   Lieter and lieter, until at last th sun tucht th tops of th stil trees, and pord its raedians oever th hil. In th glo, th wauter of th shato founten seemd to tern to blud, and th stoen faeses crimsoned. Th carrol of th berds was loud and hi, and, on th wether-beeten sil of th graet windo of th bed-chaember of Monsieur th Marqis, wun


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litl berd sang its sweetest song with all its miet. At this, th neerest stoen faes seemd to stair amaezd, and, with oepen mouth and dropt under-jaw, luukt au-striken.

   Now, th sun was fuul up, and moovment began in th vilej. Caesment windoes oepend, craezy dors wer unbarred, and peepl caem forth shivering -- child, as yet, bi th nue sweet air. Then began th rairly lietend toil of th dae amung th vilej popuelaeshun. Sum, to th founten; sum, to th feelds; men and wimen heer, to dig and delv; men and wimen thair, to see to th pur liv stok, and leed th boeny cows out, to such pascher as cuud be found bi th roedsied. In th cherch and at th Cross, a neeling figuer or too; atendant on th later prairs, th leed cow, trieing for a brekfast amung th weeds at its fuut.

   Th shato awoek laeter, as becaem its qolity, but awoek grajualy and shurly. Ferst, th loenly bor-spears and nievs of th chaes had bin redend as of oeld; then, had gleemd trenchant in th morning sunshien; now, dors and windoes wer throen oepen, horses in thair staebls luukt round oever thair shoelders at th liet and freshnes poring in at dorwaes, leevs sparkld and rusld at ieern-graeted windoes, daugs puuld hard at thair chaens, and reerd impaeshent to be loosed.

   All thees trivial insidents belongd to th rooteen of lief, and th retern of morning. Shurly, not so th ringing of th graet bel of th shato, nor th runing up and doun th stairs; nor th heryd figuers on th terres; nor th booting and tramping heer and thair and evrywhair, nor th qik saddling of horses and rieding awae?

   Whut winds convaed this hery to th grizld mender of roeds, allredy at werk on th hil-top beyond th vilej, with his day's diner (not much to carry) lieing in a bundl that it was werth no crow's whiel to pek at, on a heep of stoens? Had th berds, carrying sum graens of it to a distans, dropt wun oever him as thae soe chans seeds? Whether or no, th mender of roeds ran, on th sultry morning, as if for his lief, doun th hil, nee-hi in dust, and never stopt til he got to th founten.

   All th peepl of th vilej wer at th founten, standing about in thair deprest maner, and whispering lo, but shoeing no uther emoeshuns than grim cueriosity and serpriez. Th leed cows, haestily braut in and tetherd to enything that wuud hoeld them, wer luuking stoopidly on, or lieing doun chooing th cud of nuthing particuelarly repaying thair trubl, which thae had pikt up in thair interupted saunter. Sum of th peepl of th shato, and sum of thoes of th posting-hous, and


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all th taxing authoritys, wer armd mor or les, and wer crouded on th uther sied of th litl street in a perposles wae, that was hiely fraut with nuthing. Allredy, th mender of roeds had penetraeted into th midst of a groop of fifty particuelar frends, and was smiting himself in th brest with his bloo cap. Whut did all this portend, and whut portended th swift hoisting-up of Monsieur Gabelle behiend a servant on horsbak, and th convaeing awae of th sed Gabelle (dubl-laeden tho th hors was), at a galop, liek a nue verzhun of th German balad of Leonora?

   It portended that thair was wun stoen faes too meny, up at th shato.

   Th Gorgon had servaed th bilding agen in th niet, and had aded th wun stoen faes wonting; th stoen faes for which it had waeted thru about too hundred yeers.

   It lae bak on th pilo of Monsieur th Marqis. It was liek a fien mask, sudenly startld, maed anggry, and petrified. Driven hoem into th hart of th stoen figuer atacht to it, was a nief. Round its hilt was a fril of paeper, on which was scralld:

   "Driev him fast to his toom. This, frum JACQUES."

TOO PROMISES

   MOR MUNTHS, to th number of twelv, had cum and gon, and Mr. Charles Darnay was establisht in England as a hieer teecher of th French langgwej hoo was conversant with French literachur. In this aej, he wuud hav bin a Profesor; in that aej, he was a Tuetor. He reed with yung men hoo cuud fiend eny leezher and interest for th study of a living tung spoeken all oever th werld, and he cultivaeted a taest for its


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stors of nolej and fansy. He cuud riet of them, besieds, in sound English, and render them into sound English. Such masters wer not at that tiem eezily found; Prinses that had bin, and Kings that wer to be, wer not yet of th Teecher clas, and no rooind noebility had dropt out of Tellson's lejers, to tern cuuks and carpenters. As a tuetor, hoos ataenments maed th student's wae unuezhualy plezant and profitabl, and as an elegant translaetor hoo braut sumthing to his werk besieds meer dicshunairy nolej, yung Mr. Darnay soon becaem noen and encurejd. He was wel aqaented, moroever, with th sercumstanses of his cuntry, and thoes wer of ever-groeing interest. So, with graet perseveerans and untiering industry, he prosperd.

   In London, he had expected neether to wauk on paevments of goeld, nor to lie on beds of roezes; if he had had eny such exallted expectaeshun, he wuud not hav prosperd. He had expected laebor, and he found it, and did it and maed th best of it. In this, his prosperrity consisted.

   A serten porshun of his tiem was past at Cambridge, wherr he reed with undergradjuits as a sort of toleraeted smuggler hoo droev a contraband traed in European langgwejes, insted of convaeing Greek and Latin thru th Custom-hous. Th rest of his tiem he past in London.

   Now, frum th daes when it was allwaes sumer in Eden, to thees daes when it is moestly winter in fallen latitueds, th werld of a man has invairiably gon wun wae -- Charles Darnay's wae -- th wae of th luv of a wuuman.

   He had luvd Lucie Manette frum th our of his daenjer. He had never herd a sound so sweet and deer as th sound of her compashunet vois; he had never seen a faes so tenderly buetyful, as hers when it was confrunted with his oen on th ej of th graev that had bin dug for him. But, he had not yet spoeken to her on th subject; th asasinaeshun at th dezerted shato far awae beyond th heeving wauter and th long, tong, dusty roeds -- th solid stoen shato which had itself becum th meer mist of a dreem -- had bin dun a yeer, and he had never yet, bi so much as a singgl spoeken werd, discloezd to her th staet of his hart.

   That he had his reezons for this, he nue fuul wel. It was agen a sumer dae when, laetly arievd in London frum his colej ocuepaeshun, he ternd into th qieet corner in Soho, bent on seeking an oportuenity of oepening his miend to Doctor Manette. It was th cloez of th sumer dae, and he nue Lucie to be out with Mis Pross.

   He found th Doctor reeding in his arm-chair at a windo. Th enerjy


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which had at wuns suported him under his oeld suferings and agravaeted thair sharpnes, had bin grajualy restord to him. He was now a verry enerjetic man indeed, with graet fermnes of perpos, strength of rezolooshun, and vigour of acshun. In his recuverd enerjy he was sumtiems a litl fitful and suden, as he had at ferst bin in th exersiez of his uther recuverd facultys; but, this had never bin freeqently obzervabl, and had groen mor and mor rair.

   He studyd much, slept litl, sustaend a graet deel of fateeg with eez, and was eqably cheerful. To him, now enterd Charles Darnay, at siet of hoom he laed asied his buuk and held out his hand.

   "Charles Darnay! I rejois to see U. We hav bin counting on yur retern thees three or foer daes past. Mr. Stryver and Sydney Carton wer boeth heer yesterdae, and boeth maed U out to be mor than due."

   "I am obliejd to them for thair interest in th mater," he anserd, a litl coeldly as to them, tho verry wormly as to th Doctor. "Mis Manette -- "

   "Is wel," sed th Doctor, as he stopt short, "and yur retern wil deliet us all. She has gon out on sum hous-hoeld maters, but wil soon be hoem. "

   "Doctor Manette, I nue she was frum hoem. I tuuk th oportuenity of her being frum hoem, to beg to speek to U."

   Thair was a blank sielens.

   "Yes?" sed th Doctor, with evident constraent. "Bring yur chair heer, and speek on."

   He complied as to th chair, but apeerd to fiend th speeking on les eezy.

   "I hav had th hapynes, Doctor Manette, of being so intimet heer," so he at length began, "for sum yeer and a haf, that I hoep th topic on which I am about to tuch mae not -- "

   He was staed bi th Doctor's puuting out his hand to stop him. When he had kept it so a litl whiel, he sed, drawing it bak:

   "Is Lucie th topic?"

   "She is."

   "It is hard for me to speek of her at eny tiem. It is verry hard for me to heer her spoeken of in that toen of yurs, Charles Darnay."

   "It is a toen of fervent admeraeshun, troo homej, and deep luv, Doctor Manette!" he sed deferentially.

   Thair was anuther blank sielens befor her faather rejoind:

   "I beleev it. I do U justis; I beleev it."


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   His constraent was so manifest, and it was so manifest, too, that it orijinaeted in an unwilingnes to aproech th subject, that Charles Darnay hezitaeted.

   "Shal I go on, ser?"

   Anuther blank.

   "Yes, go on."

   "U antisipaet whut I wuud sae, tho U cannot noe how ernestly I sae it, how ernestly I feel it, without noeing mi seecret hart, and th hoeps and feers and angzieitys with which it has long bin laeden. Deer Doctor Manette, I luv yur dauter fondly, deerly, disinterestedly, devoetedly. If ever thair wer luv in th werld, I luv her. U hav luvd yurself; let yur oeld luv speek for me!"

   Th Doctor sat with his faes ternd awae, and his ies bent on th ground. At th last werds, he strecht out his hand agen, herydly, and cried:

   "Not that, ser! Let that be! I ajur U, do not recall that!"

   His cri was so liek a cri of akchual paen, that it rang in Charles Darnay's eers long after he had seest. He moeshund with th hand he had extended, and it seemd to be an apeel to Darnay to pauz. Th later so reseevd it, and remaend sielent.

   "I ask yur pardon," sed th Doctor, in a subdued toen, after sum moements. "I do not dout yur luving Lucie; U mae be satisfied of it."

   He ternd tords him in his chair, but did not luuk at him, or raez his ies. His chin dropt upon his hand, and his whiet hair oevershadoed his faes:

   "Hav U spoeken to Lucie?"

   "No."

   "Nor riten?"

   "Never."

   "It wuud be ungenerous to afect not to noe that yur self-denieal is to be referd to yur consideraeshun for her faather. Her faather thanks U.))

   He offerd his hand; but his ies did not go with it.

   "I noe," sed Darnay, respectfuly, "how can I fael to noe, Doctor Manette, I hoo hav seen U together frum dae to dae, that between U and Mis Manette thair is an afecshun so unuezhual, so tuching, so belonging to th sercumstanses in which it has bin nercherd, that it can hav fue parralels, eeven in th tendernes between a faather and chield. I noe, Doctor Manette -- how can I fael to noe -- that, minggld with th


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afecshun and duety of a dauter hoo has becum a wuuman, thair is, in her hart, tords U, all th luv and relieans of infansy itself. I noe that, as in her chieldhuud she had no pairent, so she is now devoeted to U with all th constansy and fervour of her prezent yeers and carracter, uenieted to th trustfulness and atachment of th erly daes in which U wer lost to her. I noe perfectly wel that if U had bin restord to her frum th werld beyond this lief, U cuud hardly be invested, in her siet, with a mor saecred carracter than that in which U ar allwaes with her. I noe that when she is clinging to U, th hands of baeby, gerl, and wuuman, all in wun, ar round yur nek. I noe that in luving U she sees and luvs her muther at her oen aej, sees and luvs U at mi aej, luvs her muther broeken-hearted, luvs U thru yur dredful trieal and in yur blesed restoraeshun. I hav noen this, niet and dae, sinss I hav noen U in yur hoem."

   Her faather sat sielent, with his faes bent doun. His breething was a litl qikend; but he represt all uther siens of ajitaeshun.

   "Deer Doctor Manette, allwaes noeing this, allwaes seeing her and U with this haloed liet about U, I hav forborn, and forborn, as long as it was in th naecher of man to do it. I hav felt, and do eeven now feel, that to bring mi luv -- eeven mien -- between U, is to tuch yur history with sumthing not qiet so guud as itself. But I luv her. Heven is mi witnes that I luv her!"

   "I beleev it," anserd her faather, mornfuly. "I hav thaut so befor now. I beleev it."

   "But, do not beleev," sed Darnay, upon hoos eer th mornful vois struk with a reproechful sound, "that if mi forchun wer so cast as that, being wun dae so hapy as to maek her mi wief, I must at eny tiem puut eny separaeshun between her and U, I cuud or wuud breeth a werd of whut I now sae. Besieds that I shuud noe it to be hoeples, I shuud noe it to be a baseness. If I had eny such posibility, eeven at a remoet distans of yeers, harboured in mi thauts, and hiden in mi hart -- if it ever had bin thair -- if it ever cuud be thair -- I cuud not now tuch this onord hand."

   He laed his oen upon it as he spoek.

   "No, deer Doctor Manette. Liek U, a voluntairy exiel frum France; liek U, driven frum it bi its distracshuns, opreshuns, and mizerys; liek U, strieving to liv awae frum it bi mi oen exershuns, and trusting in a hapyer fuecher; I luuk oenly to shairing yur forchuns, shairing yur lief and hoem, and being faethful to U to th deth. Not to divied with


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Lucie her privilej as yur chield, companyon, and frend; but to cum in aed of it, and biend her cloeser to U, if such a thing can be."

   His tuch stil linggerd on her father's hand. Ansering th tuch for a moement, but not coeldly, her faather rested his hands upon th arms of his chair, and luukt up for th ferst tiem sinss th begining of th conferens. A strugl was evidently in his faes; a strugl with that ocaezhunal luuk which had a tendensy in it to dark dout and dred.

   "U speek so feelingly and so manfuly, Charles Darnay, that I thank U with all mi hart, and wil oepen all mi hart -- or neerly so. Hav U eny reezon to beleev that Lucie luvs U?"

   "Nun. As yet, nun."

   "Is it th imeedyet object of this confidens, that U mae at wuns asertaen that, with mi nolej?"

   "Not eeven so. I miet not hav th hopefulness to do it for weeks; I miet (mistaeken or not mistaeken) hav that hopefulness to-morro."

   "Do U seek eny giedans frum me?"

   "I ask nun, ser. But I hav thaut it posibl that U miet hav it in yur power, if U shuud deem it riet, to giv me sum."

   "Do U seek eny promis frum me?"

   "I do seek that."

   "Whut is it?"

   "I wel understand that, without U, I cuud hav no hoep. I wel understand that, eeven if Mis Manette held me at this moement in her inosent hart -- do not think I hav th prezumpshun to asoom so much -- I cuud retaen no plaes in it agenst her luv for her faather."

   "If that be so, do U see whut, on th uther hand, is involvd in it?"

   "I understand eeqaly wel, that a werd frum her faather in eny suitor's faevor, wuud outwae herself and all th werld. For which reezon, Doctor Manette," sed Darnay, modestly but fermly, "I wuud not ask that werd, to saev mi lief."

   "I am shur of it. Charles Darnay, misterys ariez out of cloes luv, as wel as out of wied divizhun; in th former caes, thae ar sutl and deliket, and dificult to penetraet. Mi dauter Lucie is, in this wun respect, such a mistery to me; I can maek no ges at th staet of her hart."

   "Mae I ask, ser, if U think she is -- " As he hezitaeted, her faather suplied th rest.

   "Is saut bi eny uther sootor?"

   "It is whut I ment to sae."

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   "U hav seen Mr. Carton heer, yurself. Mr. Stryver is heer too, ocaezhunaly. If it be at all, it can oenly be bi wun of thees."

   "Or boeth," sed Darnay.

   "I had not thaut of boeth; I shuud not think eether, liekly. U wont a promis frum me. Tel me whut it is."

   "It is, that if Mis Manette shuud bring to U at eny tiem, on her oen part, such a confidens as I hav vencherd to lae befor U, U wil bair testimoeny to whut I hav sed, and to yur beleef in it. I hoep U mae be aebl to think so wel of me, as to erj no inflooens agenst me. I sae nuthing mor of mi staek in this; this is whut I ask. Th condishun on which I ask it, and which U hav an undoubted riet to reqier, I wil obzerv imeedyetly."

   "I giv th promis," sed th Doctor, "without eny condishun. I beleev yur object to be, puerly and troothfuly, as U hav staeted it. I beleev yur intenshun is to perpechuaet, and not to weeken, th ties between me and mi uther and far deerer self. If she shuud ever tel me that U ar esenshal to her perfect hapynes, I wil giv her to U. If thair wer -- Charles Darnay, if thair wer -- "

   Th yung man had taeken his hand graetfuly; thair hands wer joind as th Doctor spoek:

   " -- eny fansys, eny reezons, eny aprehenshuns, enything whut-so-ever, nue or oeld, agenst th man she reealy luvd -- th direct responsibility thairof not lieing on his hed -- thae shuud all be obliteraeted for her saek. She is evrything to me; mor to me than sufering, mor to me than rong, mor to me -- Wel! This is iedl tauk."

   So straenj was th wae in which he faeded into sielens, and so straenj his fixt luuk when he had seest to speek, that Darnay felt his oen hand tern coeld in th hand that sloely releest and dropt it.

   "U sed sumthing to me," sed Doctor Manette, braeking into a smiel. "Whut was it U sed to me?"

   He was at a loss how to anser, until he rememberd having spoeken of a condishun. Releevd as his miend reverted to that, he anserd:

   "Yur confidens in me aut to be reternd with fuul confidens on mi part. Mi prezent naem, tho but slietly chaenjd frum mi mother's, is not, as U wil remember, mi oen. I wish to tel U whut that is, and whi I am in England."

   "Stop!" sed th Doctor of Beauvais.

   "I wish it, that I mae th beter dezerv yur confidens, and hav no seecret frum U."


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   "Stop!"

   For an instant, th Doctor eeven had his too hands at his eers; for anuther instant, eeven had his too hands laed on Darnay's lips.

   "Tel me when I ask U, not now. If yur soot shuud prosper, if Lucie shuud luv U, U shal tel me on yur marrej morning. Do U promis?"

   "Wilingly.

   "Giv me yur hand. She wil be hoem directly, and it is beter she shuud not see us together to-niet. Go! God bles U!"

   It was dark when Charles Darnay left him, and it was an our laeter and darker when Lucie caem hoem; she heryd into th room aloen -- for Mis Pross had gon straet up-stairs -- and was serpriezd to fiend his reeding-chair empty.

   "Mi faather!" she calld to him. "Faather deer!"

   Nuthing was sed in anser, but she herd a lo hammering sound in his bedroom. Pasing lietly across th intermeedyet room, she luukt in at his dor and caem runing bak frietend, crieing to herself, with her blud all child, "Whut shal I do! Whut shal I do!"

   Her unsertanty lasted but a moement; she heryd bak, and tapt at his dor, and sofftly calld to him. Th noiz seest at th sound of her vois, and he prezently caem out to her, and thae waukt up and doun together for a long tiem.

   She caem doun frum her bed, to luuk at him in his sleep that niet. He slept hevily, and his trae of shoemaking tools, and his oeld unfinisht werk, wer all as uezhual.


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A COMPANYON PIKCHER

   "SYDNEY," sed Mr. Stryver, on that selfsame niet, or morning, to his jakal; "mix anuther boel of punch; I hav sumthing to sae to U."

   Sydney had bin werking dubl tieds that niet, and th niet befor, and th niet befor that, and a guud meny niets in sucseshun, maeking a grand cleerans amung Mr. Stryver's paepers befor th seting in of th long vaecaeshun. Th cleerans was efected at last; th Stryver areers wer hansumly fetched up; evrything was got rid of until November shuud cum with its fogs atmosferric, and fogs leegal, and bring grist to th mil agen.

   Sydney was nun th lievlyer and nun th soberer for so much aplicaeshun. It had taeken a deel of extra wet-towelling to puul him thru th niet; a corespondingly extra qontity of wien had preseeded th towelling; and he was in a verry damejd condishun, as he now puuld his terban off and throo it into th baesin in which he had steept it at intervals for th last six ours.

   "Ar U mixing that uther boel of punch?" sed Stryver th portly, with his hands in his waestband, glansing round frum th soefa wherr he lae on his bak.

   "I am."

   "Now, luuk heer! I am going to tel U sumthing that wil rather serpriez U, and that perhaps wil maek U think me not qiet as shrood as U uezhualy do think me. I intend to marry."

   "Do U?"

   "Yes. And not for muny. Whut do U sae now?"

   "I don't feel dispoezd to sae much. Hoo is she?"


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   "Ges."

   "Do I noe her?"

   "Ges."

   "I am not going to ges, at fiev o'clok in th morning, with mi braens frieing and sputering in mi hed. if U wont me to ges, U must ask me to diner."

   "Wel then, I'l tel U, sed Stryver, cuming sloely into a siting poscher. "Sydney, I rather despair of maeking mieself intelijibl to U, becauz U ar such an insensible daug.

   "And U," reternd Sydney, bizy concocting th punch, "ar such a sensitiv and poeetical spirit -- "

   "Cum!" rejoind Stryver, lafing boestfuly, "tho I don't prefer eny claem to being th soel of Roemans (for I hoep I noe beter), stil I am a tenderer sort of felo than U."

   "U ar a lukyer, if U meen that."

   "I don't meen that. I meen I am a man of mor -- mor -- "

   "Sae galantry, whiel U ar about it," sugjested Carton.

   "Wel! I'l sae galantry. Mi meening is that I am a man," sed Stryver, inflaeting himself at his frend as he maed th punch, t(hoo cairs mor to be agreeabl, hoo taeks mor paens to be agreeabl, hoo noes beter how to be agreeabl, in a woman's sosieety, than U do."

   "Go on," sed Sydney Carton.

   "No; but befor I go on," sed Stryver, shaeking his hed in his buulying wae, I'l hav this out with U. U'v bin at Doctor Manette's hous as much as I hav, or mor than I hav. Whi, I hav bin ashaemd of yur moroseness thair! Yur maners hav bin of that sielent and sulen and hangdaug kiend, that, upon mi lief and soel, I hav bin ashaemd of U, Sydney!"

   "It shuud be verry benefishal to a man in yur practis at th bar, to be ashaemd of enything," reternd Sydney; "U aut to be much obliejd to me."

   "U shal not get off in that wae," rejoind Stryver, shoeldering th rejoinder at him; "no, Sydney, it's mi duety to tel U -- and I tel U to yur faes to do U guud -- that U ar a devilish il-condishund felo in that sort of sosieety. U ar a disagreeabl felo."

   Sydney drank a bumper of th punch he had maed, and laft.

   "Luuk at me!" sed Stryver, squaring himself; "I hav les need to maek mieself agreeabl than U hav, being mor independent in sercumstanses. Whi do I do it?"


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   "I never saw U do it yet," muterd Carton.

   "I do it becauz it's politic; I do it on prinsipl. And luuk at me! I get on."

   "U don't get on with yur acount of yur matrimoenial intenshuns," anserd Carton, with a cairles air; "I wish U wuud keep to that. As to me -- wil U never understand that I am incorijibl?"

   He askt th qeschun with sum apeerans of scorn.

   "U hav no biznes to be incorijibl," was his friend's anser, deliverd in no verry soothing toen.

   "I hav no biznes to be, at all, that I noe of," sed Sydney Carton. "Hoo is th laedy?"

   "Now, don't let mi anounsment of th naem maek U uncumfortabl, Sydney," sed Mr. Stryver, prepairing him with ostentaeshus frendlynes for th discloezher he was about to maek, "becauz I noe U don't meen haf U sae; and if U ment it all, it wuud be of no importans. I maek this litl prefis, becauz U wuns menshund th yung laedy to me in slieting terms."

   "I did?"

   "Sertenly; and in thees chaembers."

   Sydney Carton luukt at his punch and luukt at his complaesent frend; drank his punch and luukt at his complaesent frend.

   "U maed menshun of th yung laedy as a goelden-haired dol. Th yung laedy is Mis Manette. If U had bin a felo of eny sensitiveness or delicasy of feeling in that kiend of wae, Sydney, I miet hav bin a litl rezentful of yur emploiing such a dezignaeshun; but U ar not. U wont that sens alltogether; thairfor I am no mor anoid when I think of th expreshun, than I shuud be anoid bi a man's opinyon of a pikcher of mien, hoo had no ie for pikchers: or of a pees of muezic of mien, hoo had no eer for muezic."

   Sydney Carton drank th punch at a graet raet; drank it bi bumpers, luuking at his frend.

   "Now U noe all about it, Syd," sed Mr. Stryver. "I don't cair about forchun: she is a charming creecher, and I hav maed up mi miend to pleez mieself: on th hoel, I think I can aford to pleez mieself. She wil hav in me a man allredy prity wel off, and a rapidly riezing man, and a man of sum distinkshun: it is a pees of guud forchun for her, but she is werthy of guud forchun. Ar U astonisht?"

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   "U aproov?"

   Carton, stil drinking th punch, rejoind, "Whi shuud I not aproov?"

   "Wel!" sed his frend Stryver, "U taek it mor eezily than I fansyd U wuud, and ar les mersenairy on mi behaf than I thaut U wuud be; tho, to be shur, U noe wel enuf bi this tiem that yur aenshent chum is a man of a prity strong wil. Yes, Sydney, I hav had enuf of this stiel of lief, with no uther as a chaenj frum it; I feel that it is a plezant thing for a man to hav a hoem when he feels incliend to go to it (when he duzn't, he can stae awae), and I feel that Mis Manette wil tel wel in eny staeshun, and wil allwaes do me credit. So I hav maed up mi miend. And now, Sydney, oeld boi, I wont to sae a werd to U about yur prospects. U ar in a bad wae, U noe; U reealy ar in a bad wae. U don't noe th value of muny, U Eev hard, U'l nok up wun of thees daes, and be il and pur; U reealy aut to think about a ners."

   Th prosperus paetronej with which he sed it, maed him luuk twies as big as he was, and foer tiems as ofensiv.

   "Now, let me recomend U," persood Stryver, "to luuk it in th faes. I hav luukt it in th faes, in mi diferent wae; luuk it in th faes, U, in yur diferent wae. Marry. Provied sumbody to taek cair of U. Never miend yur having no enjoiment of women's sosieety, nor understanding of it, nor tact for it. Fiend out sumbody. Fiend out sum respectabl wuuman with a litl property -- sumbody in th landlaedy wae, or lojing-leting wae -- and marry her, agenst a raeny dae. That's th kiend of thing for U. Now think of it, Sydney."

   "I'l think of it," sed Sydney.


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TH FELO OF DELICASY

   MR. STRYVER having maed up his miend to that magnanimus bestoeal of guud forchun on th Doctor's dauter, rezolvd to maek her hapynes noen to her befor he left toun for th Long Vaecaeshun. After sum mental debaeting of th point, he caem to th concloozhun that it wuud be as wel to get all th preliminairys dun with, and thae cuud then araenj at thair leezher whether he shuud giv her his hand a week or too befor Michaelmas Term, or in th litl Christmas vaecaeshun between it and Hilary.

   As to th strength of his caes, he had not a dout about it, but cleerly saw his wae to th verdict. Argued with th jury on substanshal werldly grounds -- th oenly grounds ever werth taeking into acount -- it was a plaen caes, and had not a weak spot in it. He calld himself for th plaentif, thair was no geting oever his evidens, th counsel for th defendant throo up his breef, and th jury did not eeven tern to consider. After trieing it, Stryver, C. J., was satisfied that no plainer caes cuud be.

   Acordingly, Mr. Stryver inaugueraeted th Long Vaecaeshun with a formal propoezal to taek Mis Manette to Vauxhall Gardens; that faeling, to Ranelagh; that unacountably faeling too, it behoved him to prezent himself in Soho, and thair declair his noebl miend.

   Tords Soho, thairfor, Mr. Stryver shoelderd his wae frum th Templ, whiel th bloom of th Long Vacation's infansy was stil upon it. Enybody hoo had seen him projecting himself into Soho whiel he was yet on Saent Dunstan's sied of Templ Bar, bersting in his fuul-bloen wae along th paevment, to th jostlement of all weeker peepl, miet hav seen how saef and strong he was.


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   His wae taeking him past Tellson's, and he boeth banking at Tellson's and noeing Mr. Lory as th intimet frend of th Manettes, it enterd Mr. Stryver's miend to enter th bank, and reveel to Mr. Lory th brietnes of th Soho horiezon. So, he puusht oepen th dor with th weak ratl in its throet, stumbld doun th too steps, got past th too aenshent cashiers, and shoelderd himself into th musty bak clozet wherr Mr. Lory sat at graet buuks roold for figuers, with perpendicuelar ieern bars to his windo as if that wer roold for figuers too, and evrything under th clouds wer a sum.

   "Halloa!" sed Mr. Stryver. "How do U do? I hoep U ar wel!"

   It was Stryver's grand pecueliarrity that he allwaes seemd too big for eny plaes, or spaes. He was so much too big for Tellson's, that oeld clerks in distant corners luukt up with luuks of remonstrans, as tho he sqeezd them agenst th wall. Th Hous itself, magnifisently reeding th paeper qiet in th far-off perspectiv, loeerd displeezd, as if th Stryver hed had bin buted into its responsibl waestcoet.

   Th discreet Mr. Lory sed, in a sampl toen of th vois he wuud recomend under th sercumstanses, "How do U do, Mr. Stryver? How do U do, ser?" and shuuk hands. Thair was a pecueliarrity in his maner of shaeking hands, allwaes to be seen in eny clerk at Tellson's hoo shuuk hands with a customer when th Hous pervaeded th air. He shuuk in a self-abnegating wae, as wun hoo shuuk for Tellson and Co.

   "Can I do enything for U, Mr. Stryver?" askt Mr. Lory, in his biznes carracter.

   "Whi, no, thank U; this is a prievet vizit to yurself, Mr. Lory; I hav cum for a prievet werd."

   "O indeed!" sed Mr. Lory, bending doun his eer, whiel his ie straed to th Hous afar off.

   "I am going," sed Mr. Stryver, leening his arms confidenshaly on th desk: wherrupon, alltho it was a larj dubl wun, thair apeerd to be not haf desk enuf for him: "I am going to maek an offer of mieself in marrej to yur agreeabl litl frend, Mis Manette, Mr. Lory."

   "O deer me!" cried Mr. Lory, rubing his chin, and luuking at his vizitor dubiously.

   "O deer me, ser?" repeeted Stryver, drawing bak. "O deer U, ser? Whut mae yur meening be, Mr. Lory?"

   "Mi meening," anserd th man of biznes, "is, of cors, frendly and apreeshiaetiv, and that it duz U th graetest credit, and -- in short, mi meening is evrything U cuud dezier. But -- reealy, U noe, Mr.


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Stryver -- " Mr. Lory pauzd, and shuuk his hed at him in th oddest maner, as if he wer compeld agenst his wil to ad, internaly, "U noe thair reealy is so much too much of U!"

   "Wel!" sed Stryver, slaping th desk with his contenshus hand, oepening his ies wieder, and taeking a long breth, "if I understand U, Mr. Lory, I'l be hangd!"

   Mr. Lory ajusted his litl wig at boeth eers as a meens tords that end, and bit th fether of a pen.

   "D -- n it all, ser!" sed Stryver, stairing at him, "am I not elijibl?"

   "O deer yes! Yes. O yes, U'r elijibl!" sed Mr. Lory. "If U sae elijibl, U ar elijibl."

   "Am I not prosperus?" askt Stryver.

   "O! if U cum to prosperus, U ar prosperus," sed Mr. Lory.

   "And advansing?"

   "If U cum to advansing U noe," sed Mr. Lory, delieted to be aebl to maek anuther admishun, "noebody can dout that."

   "Then whut on erth is yur meening, Mr. Lory?" demanded Stryver, perceptibly crestfallen.

   "Wel! I -- Wer U going thair now?" askt Mr. Lory.

   "Straet!" sed Stryver, with a plump of his fist on th desk.

   "Then I think I wuudn't, if I was U."

   "Whi?" sed Stryver. "Now, I'l puut U in a corner," forensicaly shaeking a forfingger at him. "U ar a man of biznes and bound to hav a reezon. Staet yur reezon. Whi wuudn't U go?"

   "Becauz," sed Mr. Lory, "I wuudn't go on such an object without having sum cauz to beleev that I shuud sucseed."

   "D -- n ME!" cried Stryver, "but this beets evrything."

   Mr. Lory glanst at th distant Hous, and glanst at th anggry Stryver.

   "Heer's a man of biznes -- a man of yeers -- a man of expeeryens -- in a Bank," sed Stryver; "and having sumd up three leeding reezons for compleet sucses, he ses thair's no reezon at all! Ses it with his hed on!" Mr. Stryver remarkt upon th pecueliarrity as if it wuud hav bin infinitly les remarkabl if he had sed it with his hed off.

   "When I speek of sucses, I speek of sucses with th yung laedy; and when I speek of cauzes and reezons to maek sucses probabl, I speek of cauzes and reezons that wil tel as such with th yung laedy. Th yung laedy, mi guud ser," sed Mr. Lory, mieldly taping th Stryver arm, "th yung laedy. Th yung laedy goes befor all."


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   "Then U meen to tel me, Mr. Lory," sed Stryver, squaring his elboes, "that it is yur deliberet opinyon that th yung laedy at prezent in qeschun is a minsing Fool?"

   "Not exactly so. I meen to tel U, Mr. Stryver," sed Mr. Lory, reddening, "that I wil heer no disrespectful werd of that yung laedy frum eny lips; and that if I nue eny man -- which I hoep I do not -- hoos taest was so cors, and hoos temper was so oeverbairing, that he cuud not restraen himself frum speeking disrespectfuly of that yung laedy at this desk, not eeven Tellson's shuud prevent mi giving him a pees of mi miend."

   Th nesesity of being anggry in a suprest toen had puut Mr. Stryver's blud-vesels into a daenjerus staet when it was his tern to be anggry; Mr. Lorry's vaens, methodical as thair corses cuud uezhualy be, wer in no beter staet now it was his tern.

   "That is whut I meen to tel U, ser," sed Mr. Lory. "Prae let thair be no mistaek about it."

   Mr. Stryver sukt th end of a rooler for a litl whiel, and then stuud hiting a tuen out of his teeth with it, which probably gaev him th toothaek. He broek th aukward sielens bi saeing:

   "This is sumthing nue to me, Mr. Lory. U deliberetly adviez me not to go up to Soho and offer mieself -- mieself, Stryver of th King's Bench bar?"

   "Do U ask me for mi advies, Mr. Stryver?"

   "Yes, I do."

   "Verry guud. Then I giv it, and U hav repeeted it corectly."

   "And all I can sae of it is," laft Stryver with a vext laf, "that this -- haa, haa! -- beets evrything past, prezent, and to cum."

   "Now understand me," persood Mr. Lory. "As a man of biznes, I am not justified in saeing enything about this mater, for, as a man of biznes, I noe nuthing of it. But, as an oeld felo, hoo has carryd Mis Manette in his arms, hoo is th trusted frend of Mis Manette and of her faather too, and hoo has a graet afecshun for them boeth, I hav spoeken. Th confidens is not of mi seeking, recolect. Now, U think I mae not be riet?"

   "Not I!" sed Stryver, whisling. "I can't undertaek to fiend therd partys in comon sens; I can oenly fiend it for mieself. I supoez sens in serten qorters; U supoez minsing bred-and-buter nonsens. It's nue to me, but U ar riet, I dair sae."

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understand me, ser," sed Mr. Lory, qikly flushing agen, "I wil not -- not eeven at Tellson's -- hav it characterised for me bi eny jentlman breething."

   "Thair! I beg yur pardon!" sed Stryver.

   "Granted. Thank U. Wel, Mr. Stryver, I was about to sae: -- it miet be paenful to U to fiend yurself mistaeken, it miet be paenful to Doctor Manette to hav th task of being explisit with U, it miet be verry paenful to Mis Manette to hav th task of being explisit with U. U noe th terms upon which I hav th onor and hapynes to stand with th family. If U pleez, comiting U in no wae, reprezenting U in no wae, I wil undertaek to corect mi advies bi th exersiez of a litl nue obzervaeshun and jujment expresly braut to bair upon it. If U shuud then be dissatisfied with it, U can but test its soundnes for yurself; if, on th uther hand, U shuud be satisfied with it, and it shuud be whut it now is, it mae spair all sieds whut is best spaird. Whut do U sae?"

   "How long wuud U keep me in toun?"

   "O! It is oenly a qeschun of a fue ours. I cuud go to Soho in th, eevning, and cum to yur chaembers afterwards."

   "Then I sae yes," sed Stryver: "I woen't go up thair now, I am not so hot upon it as that cums to; I sae yes, and I shal expect U to luuk in to-niet. Guud morning."

   Then Mr. Stryver ternd and berst out of th Bank, cauzing such a concushun of air on his pasej thru, that to stand up agenst it bowing behiend th too counters, reqierd th utmoest remaening strength of th too aenshent clerks. Thoes venerabl and feebl persons wer allwaes seen bi th public in th act of bowing, and wer popuelarly beleevd, when thae had bowd a customer out, stil to keep on bowing in th empty offis until thae bowd anuther customer in.

   Th barrister was keen enuf to divien that th banker wuud not hav gon so far in his expreshun of opinyon on eny les solid ground than moral sertenty. Unprepaird as he was for th larj pil he had to swolo, he got it doun. "And now," sed Mr. Stryver, shaeking his forensic forfingger at th Templ in jeneral, when it was doun, "mi wae out of this, is, to puut U all in th rong."

   It was a bit of th art of an Oeld Bailey tactishan, in which he found graet releef. "U shal not puut me in th rong, yung laedy," sed Mr. Stryver; "I'l do that for U."

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Mr. Stryver, amung a qontity of buuks and paepers literd out for th perpos, seemd to hav nuthing les on his miend than th subject of th morning. He eeven shoed serpriez when he saw Mr. Lory, and was alltogether in an absent and preocuepied staet.

   "Wel!" sed that guud-naecherd emisairy, after a fuul haf-our of bootles atempts to bring him round to th qeschun. "I hav bin to Soho."

   "To Soho?" repeeted Mr. Stryver, coeldly. "O, to be shur! Whut am I thinking of!"

   "And I hav no dout," sed Mr. Lory, "that I was riet in th conversaeshun we had. Mi opinyon is confermd, and I reeiteraet mi advies."

   "I ashur U," reternd Mr. Stryver, in th friendliest wae, "that I am sorry for it on yur acount, and sorry for it on th pur father's acount. I noe this must allwaes be a sor subject with th family; let us sae no mor about it."

   "I don't understand U," sed Mr. Lory.

   "I dair sae not," rejoind Stryver, noding his hed in a smoothing and fienal wae; "no mater, no mater."

   "But it duz mater," Mr. Lory erjd.

   "No it duzn't; I ashur U it duzn't. Having supoezd that thair was sens wherr thair is no sens, and a laudabl ambishun wherr thair is not a laudabl ambishun, I am wel out of mi mistaek, and no harm is dun. Yung wimen hav comited similar folys offen befor, and hav repented them in poverty and obscuerity offen befor. In an unselfish aspect, I am sorry that th thing is dropt, becauz it wuud hav bin a bad thing for me in a werldly point of vue; in a selfish aspect, I am glad that th thing has dropt, becauz it wuud hav bin a bad thing for me in a werldly point of vue -- it is hardly nesesairy to sae I cuud hav gaend nuthing bi it. Thair is no harm at all dun. I hav not propoezd to th yung laedy, and, between ourselvs, I am bi no meens serten, on reflecshun, that I ever shuud hav comited mieself to that extent. Mr. Lory, U cannot controel th minsing vanitys and giddinesses of empty-heded gerls; U must not expect to do it, or U wil allwaes be disapointed. Now, prae sae no mor about it. I tel U, I regret it on acount of uthers, but I am satisfied on mi oen acount. And I am reealy verry much obliejd to U for alowing me to sound U, and for giving me yur advies; U noe th yung laedy beter than I do; U wer riet, it never wuud hav dun."

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Stryver shoeldering him tords th dor, with an apeerans of showering jenerosity, forbairans, and guudwil, on his ering hed. "Maek th best of it, mi deer ser," sed Stryver; "sae no mor about it; thank U agen for alowing me to sound U; guud niet!"

   Mr. Lory was out in th niet, befor he nue wherr he was. Mr. Stryver was lieing bak on his soefa, winking at his seeling.

TH FELO OF NO DELICASY

   IF SYDNEY CARTON ever shoen enywhair, he sertenly never shoen in th hous of Doctor Manette. He had bin thair offen, during a hoel yeer, and had allwaes bin th saem moody and moroes lounger thair. When he caird to tauk, he taukt wel; but, th cloud of cairing for nuthing, which oevershadoed him with such a faetal darknes, was verry rairly peerst bi th liet within him.

   And yet he did cair sumthing for th streets that environed that hous, and for th sensles stoens that maed thair paevments. Meny a niet he vaegly and unhapily waanderd thair, when wien had braut no transitory gladnes to him; meny a dreery daebraek reveeld his solitairy figuer linggering thair, and stil linggering thair when th ferst beems of th sun braut into strong releef, remoovd buetys of arkitekcher in spiers of cherches and loffty bildings, as perhaps th qieet tiem braut sum sens of beter things, els forgoten and unataenabl, into his miend. Of laet, th neglected bed in th Templ Cort had noen him mor scantily than ever; and offen when he had throen himself upon it no longger than a fue minits, he had got up agen, and haunted that naeborhuud.


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   On a dae in August, when Mr. Stryver (after noetifieing to his jakal that "he had thaut beter of that marrying mater") had carryd his delicasy into Devonshire, and when th siet and sent of flowers in th Sity streets had sum waifs of guudnes in them for th werst, of helth for th sickliest, and of yooth for th oeldest, Sydney's feet stil trod thoes stoens. Frum being irezoloot and perposles, his feet becaem animaeted bi an intenshun, and, in th werking out of that intenshun, thae tuuk him to th Doctor's dor.

   He was shoen up-stairs, and found Lucie at her werk, aloen. She had never bin qiet at her eez with him, and reseevd him with sum litl embarrasment as he seeted himself neer her taebl. But, luuking up at his faes in th interchaenj of th ferst fue comon-plaeses, she obzervd a chaenj in it.

   "I feer U ar not wel, Mr. Carton!"

   "No. But th lief I leed, Mis Manette, is not conduesiv to helth. Whut is to be expected of, or bi, such profligates?"

   "Is it not -- forgiv me; I hav begun th qeschun on mi lips -- a pity to liv no beter lief?"

   "God noes it is a shaem!"

   "Then whi not chaenj it?"

   Luuking jently at him agen, she was serpriezd and sadend to see that thair wer teers in his ies. Thair wer teers in his vois too, as he anserd:

   "It is too laet for that. I shal never be beter than I am. I shal sink loeer, and be wers."

   He leend an elbo on her taebl, and cuverd his ies with his hand. Th taebl trembld in th sielens that foloed.

   She had never seen him soffend, and was much distrest. He nue her to be so, without luuking at her, and sed:

   "Prae forgiv me, Mis Manette. I braek doun befor th nolej of whut I wont to sae to U. Wil U heer me?"

   "If it wil do U eny guud, Mr. Carton, if it wuud maek U hapyer, it wuud maek me verry glad!"

   "God bles U for yur sweet compashun!"

   He unshaded his faes after a litl whiel, and spoek stedily.

   "Don't be afraed to heer me. Don't shrink frum enything I sae. I am liek wun hoo died yung. All mi lief miet hav bin."

   "No, Mr. Carton. I am shur that th best part of it miet stil be; I am shur that U miet be much, much worthier of yurself."


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   "Sae of U, Mis Manette, and alltho I noe beter -- alltho in th mistery of mi oen reched hart I noe beter -- I shal never forget it!"

   She was pael and trembling. He caem to her releef with a fixt despair of himself which maed th intervue unliek eny uther that cuud hav bin holden.

   "If it had bin posibl, Mis Manette, that U cuud hav reternd th luv of th man U see befor U -- self-flung awae, waested, drunken, pur creecher of misuez as U noe him to be -- he wuud hav bin conshus this dae and our, in spiet of his hapynes, that he wuud bring U to mizery, bring U to sorro and repentans, bliet U, disgraes U, puul U doun with him. I noe verry wel that U can hav no tendernes for me; I ask for nun; I am eeven thankful that it cannot be."

   "Without it, can I not saev U, Mr. Carton? Can I not recall U -- forgiv me agen! -- to a beter cors? Can I in no wae re-pae yur confidens? I noe this is a confidens," she modestly sed, after a litl hezitaeshun, and in ernest teers, "I noe U wuud sae this to no wun els. Can I tern it to no guud acount for yurself, Mr. Carton?"

   He shuuk his hed.

   "To nun. No, Mis Manette, to nun. If U wil heer me thru a verry litl mor, all U can ever do for me is dun. I wish U to noe that U hav bin th last dreem of mi soel. In mi degradaeshun I hav not bin so degraeded but that th siet of U with yur faather, and of this hoem maed such a hoem bi U, has sterd oeld shadoes that I thaut had died out of me. Sinss I nue U, I hav bin trubld bi a remors that I thaut wuud never reproech me agen, and hav herd whispers frum oeld voises impeling me upward, that I thaut wer sielent for ever. I hav had unformd iedeeas of strieving afresh, begining anue, shaeking off sloth and senshuality, and fieting out th abandond fiet. A dreem, all a dreem, that ends in nuthing, and leevs th sleeper wherr he lae doun, but I wish U to noe that U inspierd it."

   "Wil nuthing of it remaen? O Mr. Carton, think agen! Tri agen!"

   "No, Mis Manette; all thru it, I hav noen mieself to be qiet undezerving. And yet I hav had th weeknes, and hav stil th weeknes, to wish U to noe with whut a suden mastery U kindld me, heep of ashes that I am, into fier -- a fier, however, inseparable in its naecher frum mieself, qikening nuthing, lieting nuthing, doing no servis, iedly berning awae."


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   "Sinss it is mi misforchen, Mr. Carton, to hav maed U mor unhapy than U wer befor U nue me -- "

   "Don't sae that, Mis Manette, for U wuud hav reclaemd me, if enything cuud. U wil not be th cauz of mi becuming wers."

   "Sinss th staet of yur miend that U descrieb, is, at all events, atribuetabl to sum inflooens of mien -- this is whut I meen, if I can maek it plaen -- can I uez no inflooens to serv U? Hav I no power for guud, with U, at all?"

   "Th utmoest guud that I am caepabl of now, Mis Manette, I hav cum heer to realise. Let me carry thru th, rest of mi misdirected lief, th remembrans that I oepend mi hart to U, last of all th werld; and that thair was sumthing left in me at this tiem which U cuud deplor and pity."

   "Which I entreeted U to beleev, agen and agen, moest fervently, with all mi hart, was caepabl of beter things, Mr. Carton!"

   "Entreet me to beleev it no mor, Mis Manette. I hav proovd mieself, and I noe beter. I distres U; I draw fast to an end. Wil U let me beleev, when I recall this dae, that th last confidens of mi lief was repoezd in yur puer and inosent brest, and that it lies thair aloen, and wil be shaird bi no wun?"

   "If that wil be a consolaeshun to U, yes."

   "Not eeven bi th deerest wun ever to be noen to U?"

   "Mr. Carton," she anserd, after an ajitaeted pauz, "th seecret is yurs, not mien; and I promis to respect it."

   "Thank U. And agen, God bles U."

   He puut her hand to his lips, and moovd tords th dor.

   "Be under no aprehenshun, Mis Manette, of mi ever rezooming this conversaeshun bi so much as a pasing werd. I wil never refer to it agen. If I wer ded, that cuud not be surer than it is hensforth. in th our of mi deth, I shal hoeld saecred th wun guud remembrans -- and shal thank and bles U for it -- that mi last avowal of mieself was maed to U, and that mi naem, and fallts, and mizerys wer jently carryd in yur hart. Mae it utherwiez be liet and hapy!"

   He was so unliek whut he had ever shoen himself to be, and it was so sad to think how much he had throen awae, and how much he evry dae kept doun and perverted, that Lucie Manette wept mornfuly for him as he stuud luuking bak at her.

   "Be cumforted!" he sed, "I am not werth such feeling, Mis Manette. An our or too hens, and th lo companyons and lo habits that I


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scorn but yeeld to, wil render me les werth such teers as thoes, than eny rech hoo creeps along th streets. Be cumforted! But, within mieself, I shal allwaes be, tords U, whut I am now, tho outwardly I shal be whut U hav heertofor seen me. Th last suplicaeshun but wun I maek to U, is, that U wil beleev this of me."

   "I wil, Mr. Carton."

   "Mi last suplicaeshun of all, is this; and with it, I wil releev U of a vizitor with hoom I wel noe U hav nuthing in uenison, and between hoom and U thair is an impasabl spaes. It is uesles to sae it, I noe, but it riezes out of mi soel. For U, and for eny deer to U, I wuud do enything. If mi career wer of that beter kiend that thair was eny oportuenity or capasity of sacrifies in it, I wuud embraes eny sacrifies for U and for thoes deer to U. Tri to hoeld me in yur miend, at sum qieet tiems, as ardent and sinseer in this wun thing. Th tiem wil cum, th tiem wil not be long in cuming, when nue ties wil be formd about U -- ties that wil biend U yet mor tenderly and strongly to th hoem U so adorn -- th deerest ties that wil ever graes and gladen U. O Mis Manette, when th litl pikcher of a hapy father's faes luuks up in yurs, when U see yur oen briet buety springing up anue at yur feet, think now and then that thair is a man hoo wuud giv his lief, to keep a lief U luv besied U!"

   He sed, "Fairwel!" sed a last "God bles U!" and left her.

TH ONEST TRAEDZMAN

   TO TH IES of Mr. Jeremiah Cruncher, siting on his stool in Fleet- street with his grizly erchin besied him, a vast number and varieety of objects in moovment wer evry dae prezented. Hoo cuud sit upon enything in Fleet-street during th bizy ours of th dae, and not be daezd


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and defend bi too imens processions, wun ever tending westward with th sun, th uther ever tending eestward frum th sun, boeth ever tending to th plaens beyond th raenj of red and perpl wherr th sun goes doun!

   With his straw in his mouth, Mr. Cruncher sat woching th too streems, liek th heethen rustic hoo has for several sencherys bin on duety woching wun streem -- saeving that Jerry had no expectaeshun of thair ever runing dri. Nor wuud it hav bin an expectaeshun of a hoepful kiend, sinss a small part of his incum was derievd frum th pilotage of timid wimen (moestly of a fuul habit and past th midl term of lief) frum Tellson's sied of th tieds to th opozit shor. Breef as such companyonship was in evry separaet instans, Mr. Cruncher never faeld to becum so interested in th laedy as to expres a strong dezier to hav th onor of drinking her verry guud helth. And it was frum th gifts bestoed upon him tords th execueshun of this benevolent perpos, that he recrooted his fienanses, as just now obzervd.

   Tiem was, when a poeet sat upon a stool in a public plaes, and muezd in th siet of men. Mr. Cruncher, siting on a stool in a public plaes, but not being a poeet, muezd as litl as posibl, and luukt about him.

   It fel out that he was thus engaejd in a seezon when crouds wer fue, and belaeted wimen fue, and when his afairs in jeneral wer so unprosperous as to awaeken a strong suspishun in his brest that Mrs. Cruncher must hav bin "floping" in sum pointed maner, when an unuezhual concors poring doun Fleet-street westward, atracted his atenshun. Luuking that wae, Mr. Cruncher maed out that sum kiend of fueneral was cuming along, and that thair was popuelar objecshun to this fueneral, which enjenderd upror.

   "Yung Jerry," sed Mr. Cruncher, terning to his offspring, "it's a buryin'."

   "Hooroar, faather!" cried Yung Jerry.

   Th yung jentlman uterd this exultant sound with misteerius significans. Th elder jentlman tuuk th cri so HI, that he wocht his oportuenity, and smoet th yung jentlman on th eer.

   "Whut d'ye meen? Whut ar U hooroaring at? Whut do U wont to conwey to yur oen faather, U yung Rip? This boi is a geting too meny for me!" sed Mr. Cruncher, servaeing him. "Him and his hooroars! Don't let me heer no mor of U, or U shal feel sum mor of me. D'ye heer?"

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   "Drop it then," sed Mr. Cruncher; "I woen't hav nun of yur no harms. Get a top of that thair seet, and luuk at th croud."

   His sun oebaed, and th croud aproecht; thae wer bawling and hising round a dinjy hers and dinjy morning coech, in which morning coech thair was oenly wun morner, drest in th dinjy trapings that wer considerd esenshal to th dignity of th pozishun. Th pozishun apeerd bi no meens to pleez him, however, with an increesing rabl serounding th coech, deriding him, maeking grimaces at him, and insesantly groening and calling out: "Yah! Spies! Tst! Yaha! Spies!" with meny compliments too nuemerus and forsibl to repeet.

   Fuenerals had at all tiems a remarkabl atracshun for Mr. Cruncher; he allwaes prikt up his senses, and becaem exsieted, when a fueneral past Tellson's. Nacheraly, thairfor, a fueneral with this uncomon atendans exsieted him graetly, and he askt of th ferst man hoo ran agenst him:

   "Whut is it, bruther? Whut's it about?"

   "I don't noe," sed th man. "Spies! Yaha! Tst! Spies!"

   He askt anuther man. "Hoo is it?"

   "I don't noe," reternd th man, claping his hands to his mouth nevertheles, and vociferating in a serpriezing heet and with th graetest ardour, "Spies! Yaha! Tst, tst! Spi-ies!"

   At length, a person beter informd on th merrits of th caes, tumbld agenst him, and frum this person he lernd that th fueneral was th fueneral of wun Roger Cly.

   "Was He a spi?" askt Mr. Cruncher.

   "Oeld Bailey spi," reternd his informant. "Yaha! Tst! Yah! Oeld Bailey Spi-i-ies!"

   "Whi, to be shur!" exclaemd Jerry, recalling th Trieal at which he had asisted. "I'v seen him. Ded, is he?"

   "Ded as muton," reternd th uther, "and can't be too ded. Hav 'em out, thair! Spies! Puul 'em out, thair! Spies!"

   Th iedeea was so acseptabl in th prevalent absens of eny iedeea, that th croud caut it up with eegernes, and loudly repeeting th sugjeschun to hav 'em out, and to puul 'em out, mobd th too veeicls so cloesly that thae caem to a stop. On th crowd's oepening th coech dors, th wun morner scuffled out of himself and was in thair bands for a moement; but he was so alert, and maed such guud ues of his tiem, that in anuther moement he was scouring awae up a bi-street, after sheding


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his cloek, hat, long hatband, whiet poket-hankerchif, and uther simbolical teers.

   Thees, th peepl tore to peeses and scaterd far and wied with graet enjoiment, whiel th traedzmen herydly shut up thair shops; for a croud in thoes tiems stopt at nuthing, and was a monster much dreded. Thae had allredy got th length of oepening th hers to taek th coffin out, when sum brieter jeenius propoezd insted, its being escorted to its destinaeshun amidst jeneral rejoising. Practical sugjeschuns being much needed, this sugjeschun, too, was reseevd with aclamaeshun, and th coech was imeedyetly fild with aet insied and a duzen out, whiel as meny peepl got on th roof of th hers as cuud bi eny exersiez of injenooity stik upon it. Amung th ferst of thees volunteers was Jerry Cruncher himself, hoo modestly conseeld his spiky hed frum th obzervaeshun of Tellson's, in th ferther corner of th morning coech.

   Th ofishiaeting undertaekers maed sum protest agenst thees chaenjes in th serremoenys; but, th river being alarmingly neer, and several voises remarking on th eficasy of coeld imerzhun in bringing refractory members of th profeshun to reezon, th protest was faent and breef. Th remodelled proseshun started, with a chimny-sweep drieving th hers -- adviezd bi th reguelar driever, hoo was percht besied him, under cloes inspecshun, for th perpos -- and with a pieman, allso atended bi his cabinet minister, drieving th morning coech. A bair-leeder, a popuelar street carracter of th tiem, was imprest as an adishunal ornament, befor th cavalcaed had gon far doun th Strand; and his bair, hoo was blak and verry maenjy, gaev qiet an Undertaeking air to that part of th proseshun in which he waukt.

   Thus, with beer-drinking, piep-smoeking, song-roring, and infinit caricaturing of woe, th disorderly proseshun went its wae, recrooting at evry step, and all th shops shuting up befor it. Its destinaeshun was th oeld cherch of Saent Pancras, far off in th feelds. It got thair in cors of tiem; insisted on poring into th berrial-ground; fienaly, acomplisht th interment of th deseest Roger Cly in its oen wae, and hiely to its oen satisfacshun.

   Th ded man dispoezd of, and th croud being under th nesesity of provieding sum uther entertaenment for itself, anuther brieter jeenius (or perhaps th saem) conseevd th huemor of impeaching cazhual passersby, as Oeld Bailey spies, and reeking vengeance on them. Chaes was given to sum scors of inofensiv persons hoo had never bin


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neer th Oeld Bailey in thair lievs, in th realisation of this fansy, and thae wer rufly husld and maltreated. Th tranzishun to th sport of windo-braeking, and thens to th plundering of public-houses, was eezy and nacheral. At last, after several ours, when sundry sumer- houses had bin puuld doun, and sum airia-railings had bin torn up, to arm th mor belijerent spirits, a rumour got about that th Gards wer cuming. Befor this rumour, th croud grajualy melted awae, and perhaps th Gards caem, and perhaps thae never caem, and this was th uezhual progres of a mob.

   Mr. Cruncher did not asist at th cloezing sports, but had remaend behiend in th cherch-yard, to confer and condoel with th undertaekers. Th plaes had a soothing inflooens on him. He proecuerd a piep frum a neighbouring public-hous, and smoekt it, luuking in at th railings and maturely considering th spot.

   "Jerry," sed Mr. Cruncher, apostrophising himself in his uezhual wae, "U see that thair Cly that dae, and U see with yur oen ies that he was a yung 'un and a straet maed 'un."

   Having smoekt his piep out, and ruminated a litl longger, he ternd himself about, that he miet apeer, befor th our of cloezing, on his staeshun at Tellson's. Whether his meditaeshuns on mortality had tucht his liver, or whether his jeneral helth had bin preeviusly at all amis, or whether he dezierd to sho a litl atenshun to an eminent man, is not so much to th perpos, as that he maed a short call upon his medical adviezer -- a distinggwisht serjen -- on his wae bak.

   Yung Jerry releevd his faather with duetyful interest, and reported No job in his absens. Th bank cloezd, th aenshent clerks caem out, th uezhual woch was set, and Mr. Cruncher and his sun went hoem to tee.

   "Now, I tel U wherr it is!" sed Mr. Cruncher to his wief, on entering. "If, as a onest traedzman, mi wenturs goes rong to-niet, I shal maek shur that U'v bin praeing agen me, and I shal werk U for it just th saem as if I seen U do it."

   Th dejected Mrs. Cruncher shuuk her hed.

   "Whi, U'r at it afore mi faes!" sed Mr. Cruncher, with siens of anggry aprehenshun.

   "I am saeing nuthing."

   "Wel, then; don't meditaet nuthing. U miet as wel flop as meditaet. U mae as wel go agen me wun wae as anuther. Drop it alltogether."

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   "Yes, Jerry," repeeted Mr. Cruncher siting doun to tee. "Aa! It is yes, Jerry. That's about it. U mae sae yes, Jerry."

   Mr. Cruncher had no particuelar meening in thees sulky corroborations, but maed ues of them, as peepl not unfrequently do, to expres jeneral ieronical dissatisfacshun.

   "U and yur yes, Jerry," sed Mr. Cruncher, taeking a biet out of his bred-and-buter, and seeming to help it doun with a larj invisibl oister out of his sauser. "Aa! I think so. I beleev U."

   "U ar going out to-niet?" askt his deesent wief, when he tuuk anuther biet.

   "Yes, I am."

   "Mae I go with U, faather?" askt his sun, briskly.

   "No, U mayn't. I'm a going -- as yur muther noes -- a fishing. That's wherr I'm going to. Going a fishing."

   "Yur fishing-rod gets rayther rusty; don't it, faather?"

   "Never U miend."

   "Shal U bring eny fish hoem, faather?"

   "If I don't, U'l hav short comons, to-morro," reternd that jentlman, shaeking his hed; "that's qeschuns enuf for U; I ain't a going out, til U'v bin long abed."

   He devoeted himself during th remaender of th eevning to keeping a moest vijilant woch on Mrs. Cruncher, and sulenly hoelding her in conversaeshun that she miet be prevented frum meditaeting eny petishuns to his disadvantej. With this vue, he erjd his sun to hoeld her in conversaeshun allso, and led th unforchunet wuuman a hard lief bi dweling on eny cauzes of complaent he cuud bring agenst her, rather than he wuud leev her for a moement to her oen reflecshuns. Th devoutest person cuud hav renderd no graeter homej to th eficasy of an onest prair than he did in this distrust of his wief. It was as if a profest unbeleever in goests shuud be frietend bi a goest story.

   "And miend U!" sed Mr. Cruncher. "No gaems to-morro! If I, as a onest traedzman, sucseed in provieding a jinte of meet or too, nun of yur not tuching of it, and stiking to bred. If I, as a onest traedzman, am aebl to provied a litl beer, nun of yur declairing on wauter. When U go to Rome, do as Rome duz. Rome wil be a ugly customer to U, if U don't. I'm yur Rome, U noe."

   Then he began grumbling agen:

   "With yur flieing into th faes of yur oen wittles and drink! I don't noe how scairs U mayn't maek th wittles and drink heer, bi yur


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floping triks and yur unfeeling conduct. Luuk at yur boi: he is your'n, ain't he? He's as thin as a lath. Do U call yurself a muther, and not noe that a mother's ferst duety is to blo her boi out?"

   This tucht Yung Jerry on a tender plaes; hoo adjured his muther to perform her ferst duety, and, whutever els she did or neglected, abuv all things to lae espeshal stres on th discharj of that maternal funkshun so afectingly and deliketly indicaeted bi his uther pairent.

   Thus th eevning wor awae with th Cruncher family, until Yung Jerry was orderd to bed, and his muther, laed under similar injunkshuns, oebaed them. Mr. Cruncher begield th erlyer woches of th niet with solitairy pieps, and did not start upon his excurzhun until neerly wun o'clok. Tords that small and goestly our, he roez up frum his chair, tuuk a kee out of his poket, oepend a lokt cubord, and braut forth a sak, a croebar of conveenyunt siez, a roep and chaen, and uther fishing takl of that naecher. Disposing thees articls about him in skilful maner, he bestoed a parting defieans on Mrs. Cruncher, extinggwisht th liet, and went out.

   Yung Jerry, hoo had oenly maed a faent of undresing when he went to bed, was not long after his faather. Under cuver of th darknes he foloed out of th room, foloed doun th stairs, foloed doun th cort, foloed out into th streets. He was in no uneezynes conserning his geting into th hous agen, for it was fuul of lojers, and th dor stuud ajar all niet.

   Impeld bi a laudabl ambishun to study th art and mistery of his father's onest calling, Yung Jerry, keeping as cloes to hous frunts, walls, and dorwaes, as his ies wer cloes to wun anuther, held his onord pairent in vue. Th onord pairent steering Northward, had not gon far, when he was joind bi anuther disiepl of Izaak Walton, and th too trujd on together.

   Within haf an our frum th ferst starting, thae wer beyond th winking lamps, and th mor than winking wochmen, and wer out upon a loenly roed. Anuther fisherman was pikt up heer -- and that so sielently, that if Yung Jerry had bin sooperstishus, he miet hav supoezd th second foloeer of th jentl craft to hav, all of a suden, split himself into too.

   Th three went on, and Yung Jerry went on, until th three stopt under a bank oeverhanging th roed. Upon th top of th bank was a lo brik wall, sermounted bi an ieern raeling. In th shado of bank and wall th three ternd out of th roed, and up a bliend laen, of which


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th wall -- thair, rizen to sum aet or ten feet hi -- formd wun sied. Crouching doun in a corner, peeping up th laen, th next object that Yung Jerry saw, was th form of his onord pairent, prity wel defiend agenst a wautery and clouded moon, nimbly scaeling an ieern gaet. He was soon oever, and then th second fisherman got oever, and then th therd. Thae all dropt sofftly on th ground within th gaet, and lae thair a litl -- lisening perhaps. Then, thae moovd awae on thair hands and nees.

   It was now Yung Jerry's tern to aproech th gaet: which he did, hoelding his breth. Crouching doun agen in a corner thair, and luuking in, he maed out th three fishermen creeping thru sum rank gras! and all th gravestones in th cherch-yard -- it was a larj cherch-yard that thae wer in -- luuking on liek goests in whiet, whiel th cherch tower itself luukt on Eek th goest of a monstrus jieant. Thae did not creep far, befor thae stopt and stuud upriet. And then thae began to fish.

   Thae fished with a spaed, at ferst. Prezently th onord pairent apeerd to be ajusting sum instrument liek a graet corkscroo. Whutever tools thae werkt with, thae werkt hard, until th auful strieking of th cherch clok so terrified Yung Jerry, that he maed off, with his hair as stif as his father's.

   But, his long-cherrisht dezier to noe mor about thees maters, not oenly stopt him in his runing awae, but lurd him bak agen. Thae wer stil fishing perseveringly, when he peeped in at th gaet for th second tiem; but, now thae seemd to hav got a biet. Thair was a scrooing and complaening sound doun belo, and thair bent figuers wer straend, as if bi a waet. Bi slo degrees th waet broek awae th erth upon it, and caem to th serfis. Yung Jerry verry wel nue whut it wuud be; but, when he saw it, and saw his onord pairent about to rench it oepen, he was so frietend, being nue to th siet, that he maed off agen, and never stopt until he had run a miel or mor.

   He wuud not hav stopt then, for enything les nesesairy than breth, it being a spectral sort of raes that he ran, and wun hiely dezierabl to get to th end of. He had a strong iedeea that th coffin he had seen was runing after him; and, pikcherd as hoping on behiend him, boelt upriet, upon its narro end, allwaes on th point of oevertaeking him and hoping on at his sied -- perhaps taeking his arm -- it was a persooer to shun. It was an inconsistent and uebiqitus feend too, for,


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whiel it was maeking th hoel niet behiend him dredful, be darted out into th roedwae to avoid dark alys, feerful of its cuming hoping out of them liek a dropsical boy's-Kiet without tael and wings. It hid in dorwaes too, rubing its horribl shoelders agenst dors, and drawing them up to its eers, as if it wer lafing. It got into shadoes on th roed, and lae cuningly on its bak to trip him up. All this tiem it was insesantly hoping on behiend and gaening on him, so that when th boi got to his oen dor he had reezon for being haf ded. And eeven then it wuud not leev him, but foloed him upstairs with a bump on evry stair, scrambld into bed with him, and bumpt doun, ded and hevy, on his brest when he fel asleep.

   Frum his oprest slumber, Yung Jerry in his clozet was awaekend after daebraek and befor sunriez, bi th prezens of his faather in th family room. Sumthing had gon rong with him; at leest, so Yung Jerry inferd, frum th sercumstans of his hoelding Mrs. Cruncher bi th cars, and noking th bak of her hed agenst th hed-bord of th bed.

   "I toeld U I wuud," sed Mr. Cruncher, "and I did."

   "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry!" his wief implord.

   "U opoez yurself to th profit of th biznes," sed Jerry, "and me and mi partners sufer. U was to onor and oebae; whi th devil don't U?"

   "I tri to be a guud wief, Jerry," th pur wuuman proetested, with teers.

   "Is it being a guud wief to opoez yur husband's biznes? Is it honouring yur huzband to dishonour his biznes? Is it oebaeing yur huzband to disoebae him on th wital subject of his biznes?"

   "U hadn't taeken to th dredful biznes then, Jerry."

   "It's enuf for U," retorted Mr. Cruncher, "to be th wief of a onest traedzman, and not to ocuepi yur feemael miend with calcuelaeshuns when he tuuk to his traed or when he didn't. A honouring and oebaeing wief wuud let his traed aloen alltogether. Call yurself a relijus wuuman? If U'r a relijus wuuman, giv me a irrelijus wun! U hav no mor nat'ral sens of duety than th bed of this heer Thames river has of a piel, and similarly it must be nokt into U."

   Th alltercaeshun was conducted in a lo toen of vois, and terminaeted in th onest tradesman's kiking off his clae-soild boots, and lieing doun at his length on th flor. After taeking a timid peep at him lieing


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on his bak, with his rusty hands under his hed for a pilo, his sun lae doun too, and fel asleep agen.

   Thair was no fish for brekfast, and not much of enything els. Mr. Cruncher was out of spirits, and out of temper, and kept an ieern pot-lid bi him as a projectil for th corecshun of Mrs. Cruncher, in caes he shuud obzerv eny simptoms of her saeing Graes. He was brusht and wosht at th uezhual our, and set off with his sun to persoo his ostensibl calling.

   Yung Jerry, wauking with th stool under his arm at his father's sied along suny and crouded Fleet-street, was a verry diferent Yung Jerry frum him of th preevius niet, runing hoem thru darknes and solitued frum his grim persooer. His cuning was fresh with th dae, and his qaams wer gon with th niet -- in which particuelars it is not improbabl that he had compeers in Fleet-street and th Sity of London, that fien morning.

   "Faather," sed Yung Jerry, as thae waukt along: taeking cair to keep at arm's length and to hav th stool wel between them: "whut's a Rezerecshun-Man?"

   Mr. Cruncher caem to a stop on th paevment befor he anserd, "How shuud I noe?"

   "I thaut U knowed evrything, faather," sed th artles boi.

   "Hem! Wel," reternd Mr. Cruncher, going on agen, and lifting off his hat to giv his spieks free plae, "he's a traedzman."

   "Whut's his guuds, faather?" askt th brisk Yung Jerry.

   "Ins guuds," sed Mr. Cruncher, after terning it oever in his miend, "is a branch of Sieentific guuds."

   "Persons' bodys, ain't it, faather?" askt th lievly boi.

   "I beleev it is sumthing of that sort," sed Mr. Cruncher.

   "O, faather, I shuud so liek to be a Rezerecshun-Man when I'm qiet growed up!"

   Mr. Cruncher was soothd, but shuuk his hed in a doobius and moral wae. "It depends upon how U dewelop yur talents. Be cairful to dewelop yur talents, and never to sae no mor than U can help to noebody, and thair's no teling at th prezent tiem whut U mae not cum to be fit for." As Yung Jerry, thus encurejd, went on a fue yards in advans, to plant th stool in th shado of th Bar, Mr. Cruncher aded to himself: "Jerry, U onest traedzman, thair's hoeps wot that boi wil yet be a blesing to U, and a recompens to U for his muther!"


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NITING

   THAIR HAD BIN erlyer drinking than uezhual in th wien-shop of Monsieur Defarge. As erly as six o'clok in th morning, salo faeses peeping thru its bard windoes had descried uther faeses within, bending oever mezhers of wien. Monsieur Defarge soeld a verry thin wien at th best of tiems, but it wuud seem to hav bin an unuezhualy thin wien that he soeld at this tiem. A sour wien, moroever, or a souring, for its inflooens on th mood of thoes hoo drank it was to maek them gloomy. No vivaeshus Bacchanalian flaem leept out of th prest graep of Monsieur Defarge: but, a smouldering fier that bernt in th dark, lae hiden in th dregs of it.

   This had bin th therd morning in sucseshun, on which thair had bin erly drinking at th wien-shop of Monsieur Defarge. It had begun on Monday, and heer was Wednesday cum. Thair had bin mor of erly brooding than drinking; for, meny men had lisend and whisperd and slunk about thair frum th tiem of th oepening of th dor, hoo cuud not hav laed a pees of muny on th counter to saev thair soels. Thees wer to th fuul as interested in th plaes, however, as if thae cuud hav comanded hoel barrels of wien; and thae glieded frum seet to seet, and frum corner to corner, swoloeing tauk in loo of drink, with greedy luuks.

   Notwithstanding an unuezhual flo of cumpany, th master of th wien- shop was not vizibl. He was not mist; for, noebody hoo crosst th threshhoeld luukt for him, noebody askt for him, noebody wunderd to see oenly Madame Defarge in her seet, prezieding oever th distribueshun of wien, with a boel of baterd small coins befor her, as much defaced


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and beeten out of thair orijinal impres as th small coinej of huemanity frum hoos raged pokets thae had cum.

   A suspended interest and a prevalent absens of miend, wer perhaps obzervd bi th spies hoo luukt in at th wien-shop, as thae luukt in at evry plaes, hi and lo, frum th kings palis to th criminal's jael. Gaems at cards langgwisht, plaeers at dominoes musingly bilt towers with them, drinkers droo figuers on th taebls with spilt drops of wien, Madame Defarge herself pikt out th patern on her sleev with her toothpik, and saw and herd sumthing inaudibl and invisibl a long wae off.

   Thus, Saent Antoine in this vinous feecher of his, until middae. It was hi noontied, when too dusty men past thru his streets and under his swinging lamps: of hoom, wun was Monsieur Defarge: th uther a mender of roeds in a bloo cap. All adust and athirst, th too enterd th wien-shop. Thair arieval had lieted a kiend of fier in th brest of Saent Antoine, fast spreding as thae caem along, which sterd and flikerd in flaems of faeses at moest dors and windoes. Yet, no wun had foloed them, and no man spoek when thae enterd th wien-shop, tho th ies of evry man thair wer ternd upon them.

   "Guud dae, jentlmen!" sed Monsieur Defarge.

   It mae hav bin a signal for loosening th jeneral tung. It elisited an ansering corus of "Guud dae!"

   "It is bad wether, jentlmen," sed Defarge, shaeking his hed.

   Upon which, evry man luukt at his naebor, and then an cast doun thair ies and sat sielent. Exsept wun man, hoo got up and went out.

   "Mi wief," sed Defarge aloud, adresing Madame Defarge: "I hav traveld serten leegs with this guud mender of roeds, calld Jacques. I met him -- bi acsident -- a dae and half's jerny out of Paris. He is a guud chield, this mender of roeds, calld Jacques. Giv him to drink, mi wief!"

   A second man got up and went out. Madame Defarge set wien befor th mender of roeds calld Jacques, hoo doft his bloo cap to th cumpany, and drank. In th brest of his blous he carryd sum cors dark bred; he aet of this between whiles, and sat munching and drinking neer Madame Defarge's counter. A therd man got up and went out.

   Defarge refresht himself with a draft of wien -- but, he tuuk les than was given to th straenjer, as being himself a man to hoom it was no rairity -- and stuud waeting until th cuntryman had maed his brekfast. He luukt at no wun prezent, and no wun now luukt at him; not eeven Madame Defarge, hoo had taeken up her niting, and was at werk.


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   "Hav U finisht yur repast, frend?" he askt, in due seezon.

   "Yes, thank U."

   "Cum, then! U shal see th apartment that I toeld U U cuud ocuepi. It wil soot U to a marvel."

   Out of th wien-shop into th street, out of th street into a cort-yard, out of th cort-yard up a steep staircaes, out of th staircaes into a garret, -- formerly th garret wherr a whiet-haired man sat on a lo bench, stooping forward and verry bizy, maeking shoos.

   No whiet-haired man was thair now; but, th three men wer thair hoo had gon out of th wien-shop singgly. And between them and th whiet-haired man afar off, was th wun small link, that thae had wuns luukt in at him thru th chinks in th wall.

   Defarge cloezd th dor cairfuly, and spoek in a subdued vois:

   "Jacques Wun, Jacques Too, Jacques Three! This is th witnes encounterd bi apointment, bi me, Jacques Foer. He wil tel U all. Speek, Jacques Fiev!"

   Th mender of roeds, bloo cap in hand, wiept his sworthy forhed with it, and sed, "Wherr shal I comens, monsieur?"

   "Comens," was Monsieur Defarge's not unreezonabl repli, "at th comensment."

   "I saw him then, mesers," began th mender of roeds, "a yeer ago this runing sumer, underneeth th carrej of th Marqis, hanging bi th chaen. Behoeld th maner of it. I leeving mi werk on th roed, th sun going to bed, th carrej of th Marqis sloely asending th hil, he hanging bi th chaen -- liek this."

   Agen th mender of roeds went thru th hoel performans; in which he aut to hav bin perfect bi that tiem, seeing that it had bin th infalibl resors and indispensabl entertaenment of his vilej during a hoel yeer.

   Jacques Wun struk in, and askt if he had ever seen th man befor?

   "Never," anserd th mender of roeds, recuvering his perpendicuelar.

   Jacques Three demanded how he afterwards recogniezd him then?

   "Bi his tall figuer," sed th mender of roeds, sofftly, and with his fingger at his noez. "When Monsieur th Marqis demands that eevning, 'say, whut is he liek?' I maek respons, 'tall as a specter.'"

   "U shuud hav sed, short as a dworf," reternd Jacques Too.

   "But whut did I noe? Th deed was not then acomplisht, neether did he confied in me. Obzerv! Under thoes sercumstanses eeven, I do not offer mi testimoeny. Monsieur th Marqis indicaets me with his fingger,


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standing neer our litl founten, and ses, 'to me! Bring that rascal!' Mi faeth, mesers, I offer nuthing."

   "He is riet thair, Jacques," mermerd Defarge, to him hoo had interupted. "Go on!"

   "Guud!" sed th mender of roeds, with an air of mistery. "Th tall man is lost, and he is saut -- how meny munths? Nien, ten, eleven?"

   "No mater, th number," sed Defarge. "He is wel hiden, but at last he is unlukily found. Go on!"

   "I am agen at werk upon th hil-sied, and th sun is agen about to go to bed. I am colecting mi tools to desend to mi cotej doun in th vilej belo, wherr it is allredy dark, when I raez mi ies, and see cuming oever th hil six soeljers. In th midst of them is a tall man with his arms bound -- tied to his sieds -- liek this!"

   With th aed of his indispensabl cap, he reprezented a man with his elboes bound fast at his hips, with cords that wer noted behiend him.

   "I stand asied, mesers, bi mi heep of stoens, to see th soeljers and thair prizoner pas (for it is a solitairy roed, that, wherr eny spectacl is wel werth luuking at), and at ferst, as thae aproech, I see no mor than that thae ar six soeljers with a tall man bound, and that thae ar allmoest blak to mi siet -- exsept on th sied of th sun going to bed, wherr thae hav a red ej, mesers. Allso, I see that thair long shadoes ar on th holo rij on th opozit sied of th roed, and ar on th hil abuv it, and ar liek th shadoes of jieants. Allso, I see that thae ar cuverd with dust, and that th dust moovs with them as thae cum, tramp, tramp! But when thae advans qiet neer to me, I recognise th tall man, and he recognises me. Aa, but he wuud be wel content to presipitaet himself oever th hil-sied wuns agen, as on th eevning when he and I ferst encounterd, cloes to th saem spot!"

   He descriebd it as if he wer thair, and it was evident that he saw it vividly; perhaps he had not seen much in his lief.

   "I do not sho th soeljers that I recognise th tall man; he duz not sho th soeljers that he recognises me; we do it, and we noe it, with our ies. 'come on!' ses th cheef of that cumpany, pointing to th vilej, 'bring him fast to his toom!' and thae bring him faster. I folo. His arms ar sweld becauz of being bound so tiet, his wuuden shoos ar larj and clumzy, and he is laem. Becauz he is laem, and conseqently slo, thae driev him with thair guns -- liek this!"

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   "As thae desend th hil liek madmen runing a raes, he falls. Thae laf and pik him up agen. His faes is bleeding and cuverd with dust, but he cannot tuch it; thairupon thae laf agen. Thae bring him into th vilej; all th vilej runs to luuk; thae taek him past th mil, and up to th prizon; all th vilej sees th prizon gaet oepen in th darknes of th niet, and swolo him -- liek this!"

   He oepend his mouth as wied as he cuud, and shut it with a sounding snap of his teeth. Obzervant of his unwilingnes to mar th efect bi oepening it agen, Defarge sed, "Go on, Jacques."

   "All th vilej," persood th mender of roeds, on tiptoe and in a lo vois, "withdraws; all th vilej whispers bi th founten; all th vilej sleeps; all th vilej dreems of that unhapy wun, within th loks and bars of th prizon on th crag, and never to cum out of it, exsept to perrish. In th morning, with mi tools upon mi shoelder, eeting mi morsel of blak bred as I go, I maek a serkit bi th prizon, on mi wae to mi werk. Thair I see him, hi up, behiend th bars of a loffty ieern caej, bludy and dusty as last niet, luuking thru. He has no hand free, to waev to me; I dair not call to him; he regards me liek a ded man."

   Defarge and th three glanst darkly at wun anuther. Th luuks of all of them wer dark, represt, and revenjful, as thae lisend to th countryman's story; th maner of all of them, whiel it was seecret, was authoritaetiv too. Thae had th air of a ruf tribuenal; Jacques Wun and Too siting on th oeld palet-bed, eech with his chin resting on his hand, and his ies intent on th roed-mender; Jacques Three, eeqaly intent, on wun nee behiend them, with his ajitaeted hand allwaes gliding oever th netwerk of fien nervs about his mouth and noez; Defarge standing between them and th narraetor, hoom he had staeshund in th liet of th windo, bi terns luuking frum him to them, and frum them to him.

   "Go on, Jacques," sed Defarge.

   "He remaens up thair in his ieern caej sum daes. Th vilej luuks at him bi stelth. for it is afraed. But it allwaes luuks up, frum a distans, at th prizon on th crag; and in th eevning, when th werk of th dae is acheevd and it assembles to gosip at th founten, all faeses ar ternd tords th prizon. Formerly, thae wer ternd tords th posting-hous; now, thae ar ternd tords th prizon. Thae whisper at th founten, that alltho condemd to deth he wil not be execueted; thae sae that petishuns hav bin prezented in Paris, shoeing that


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he was enraejd and maed mad bi th deth of his chield; thae sae that a petishun has bin prezented to th King himself. Whut do I noe? It is posibl. Perhaps yes, perhaps no."

   "Lisen then, Jacques," Number Wun of that naem sternly interpoezd. "Noe that a petishun was prezented to th King and Qeen. All heer, yurself excepted, saw th King taek it, in his carrej in th street, siting besied th Qeen. It is Defarge hoom U see heer, hoo, at th hazard of his lief, darted out befor th horses, with th petishun in his hand."

   "And wuns agen lisen, Jacques!" sed th neeling Number Three: his finggers ever waandering oever and oever thoes fien nervs, with a striekingly greedy air, as if he hungered for sumthing -- that was neether food nor drink; "th gard, hors and fuut, serounded th petishuner, and struk him bloes. U heer?"

   "I heer, mesers."

   "Go on then," sed Defarge.

   "Agen; on th uther hand, thae whisper at th founten," rezoomd th cuntryman, "that he is braut doun into our cuntry to be execueted on th spot, and that he wil verry sertenly be execueted. Thae eeven whisper that becauz he has slain Monseigneur, and becauz Monseigneur was th faather of his tenants -- serfs -- whut U wil -- he wil -- be execueted as a parrisied. Wun oeld man ses at th founten, that his riet hand, armd with th nief, wil be bernt off befor his faes; that, into woonds which wil be maed in his arms, his brest, and his legs, thair wil be pord boiling oil, melted leed, hot rezin, wax, and sulfer; fienaly, that he wil be tom lim frum lim bi foer strong horses. That oeld man ses, all this was akchualy dun to a prizoner hoo maed an atempt on th lief of th laet King, Louis Fifteen. But how do I noe if he lies? I am not a scolar."

   "Lisen wuns agen then, Jacques!" sed th man with th restles hand and th craeving air. "Th naem of that prizoner was Damiens, and it was all dun in oepen dae, in th oepen streets of this sity of Paris; and nuthing was mor noetist in th vast concors that saw it dun, than th croud of laedys of qolity and fashun, hoo wer fuul of eeger atenshun to th last -- to th last, Jacques, prolongd until nietfual, when he had lost too legs and an arm, and stil breethd! And it was dun -- whi, how oeld ar U?"

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   "It was dun when U wer mor than ten yeers oeld; U miet hav seen it. "

   "Enuf!" sed Defarge, with grim impaeshens. "Long liv th Devil! Go on."

   "Wel! Sum whisper this, sum whisper that; thae speek of nuthing els; eeven th founten apeers to fall to that tuen. At length, on Sunday niet when all th vilej is asleep, cum soeljers, wiending doun frum th prizon, and thair guns ring on th stoens of th litl street. Werkmen dig, werkmen hamer, soeljers laf and sing; in th morning, bi th founten, thair is raezd a galoes forty feet hi, poizoning th wauter."

   Th mender of roeds luukt thru rather than at th lo seeling, and pointed as if he saw th galoes sumwherr in th skie.

   "All werk is stopt, all asembl thair, noebody leeds th cows out, th cows ar thair with th rest. At middae, th roel of drums. Soeljers hav marcht into th prizon in th niet, and he is in th midst of meny soeljers. He is bound as befor, and in his mouth thair is a gag -- tied so, with a tiet string, maeking him luuk allmoest as if he laft." He sugjested it, bi creasing his faes with his too thums, frum th corners of his mouth to his eers. "On th top of th galoes is fixt th nief, blaed upwards, with its point in th air. He is hangd thair forty feet hi -- and is left hanging, poizoning th wauter."

   Thae luukt at wun anuther, as he uezd his bloo cap to wiep his faes, on which th perspiraeshun had started afresh whiel he recalld th spectacl.

   "It is frietful, mesers. How can th wimen and th children draw wauter! Hoo can gosip of an eevning, under that shado! Under it, hav I sed? When I left th vilej, Monday eevning as th sun was going to bed, and luukt bak frum th hil, th shado struk across th cherch, across th mil, across th prizon -- seemd to striek across th erth, mesers, to wherr th skie rests upon it!"

   Th hunggry man nawd wun of his finggers as he luukt at th uther three, and his fingger qiverd with th craeving that was on him.

   "That's all, mesers. I left at sunset (as I had bin wornd to do), and I waukt on, that niet and haf next dae, until I met (as I was wornd I shuud) this comrad. With him, I caem on, now rieding and now wauking, thru th rest of yesterdae and thru last niet. And heer U see me!"

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   "Verry wilingly," sed th mender of roeds. Hoom Defarge escorted to th top of th stairs, and, leeving seeted thair, reternd.

   Th three had rizen, and thair heds wer together when he caem bak to th garret.

   "How sae U, Jacques?" demanded Number Wun. "To be rejisterd?"

   "To be rejisterd, as doomd to destrucshun," reternd Defarge.

   "Magnifisent!" croekt th man with th craeving.

   "Th shato, and all th raes?" inqierd th ferst.

   "Th shato and all th raes," reternd Defarge. "Exterminaeshun."

   Th hunggry man repeeted, in a rapcherus croek, "Magnifisent!" and began nawing anuther fingger.

   "Ar U shur," askt Jacques Too, of Defarge, "that no embarrasment can ariez frum our maner of keeping th rejister? Without dout it is saef, for no wun beyond ourselvs can desiefer it; but shal we allwaes be aebl to desiefer it -- or, I aut to sae, wil she?"

   "Jacques," reternd Defarge, drawing himself up, "if madame mi wief undertuuk to keep th rejister in her memory aloen, she wuud not looz a werd of it -- not a silabl of it. Nited, in her oen stiches and her oen simbols, it wil allwaes be as plaen to her as th sun. Confied in Madame Defarge. It wuud be eezyer for th weekest poltroon that lievs, to eraes himself frum existens, than to eraes wun leter of his naem or criems frum th nited rejister of Madame Defarge."

   Thair was a mermer of confidens and aprooval, and then th man hoo hungered, askt: "Is this rustic to be sent bak soon? I hoep so. He is verry simpl; is he not a litl daenjerus?"

   "He noes nuthing," sed Defarge; "at leest nuthing mor than wuud eezily elevaet himself to a galoes of th saem hiet. I charj mieself with him; let him remaen with me; I wil taek cair of him, and set him on his roed. He wishes to see th fien werld -- th King, th Qeen, and Cort; let him see them on Sunday."

   "Whut?" exclaemd th hunggry man, stairing. "Is it a guud sien, that he wishes to see Roialty and Noebility?"

   "Jacques," sed Defarge; "joodishusly sho a cat milk, if U wish her to therst for it. Joodishusly sho a daug his nacheral prae, if U wish him to bring it doun wun dae."

   Nuthing mor was sed, and th mender of roeds, being found allredy doezing on th topmoest stair, was adviezd to lae himself doun on th palet-bed and taek sum rest. He needed no perswaezhun, and was soon asleep.


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   Wers qorters than Defarge's wien-shop, cuud eezily hav bin found in Paris for a provinshal slaev of that degree. Saeving for a misteerius dred of madame bi which he was constantly haunted, his lief was verry nue and agreeabl. But, madame sat all dae at her counter, so expresly unconshus of him, and so particuelarly determind not to perseev that his being thair had eny conecshun with enything belo th serfis, that he shuuk in his wuuden shoos whenever his ie lieted on her. For, he contended with himself that it was imposibl to forsee whut that laedy miet pretend next; and he felt ashurd that if she shuud taek it into her brietly ornamented hed to pretend that she had seen him do a merder and afterwards flae th victim, she wuud infalibly go thru with it until th plae was plaed out.

   Thairfor, when Sunday caem, th mender of roeds was not enchanted (tho he sed he was) to fiend that madame was to acumpany monsieur and himself to Versailles. It was adishunaly disconserting to hav madame niting all th wae thair, in a public convaeans; it was adishunaly disconserting yet, to hav madame in th croud in th afternoon, stil with her niting in her hands as th croud waeted to see th carrej of th King and Qeen.

   "U werk hard, madame," sed a man neer her.

   "Yes," anserd Madame Defarge; "I hav a guud deel to do."

   "Whut do U maek, madame?"

   "Meny things."

   "For instans -- "

   "For instans," reternd Madame Defarge, composedly, "shrouds."

   Th man moovd a litl ferther awae, as soon as he cuud, and th mender of roeds fand himself with his bloo cap: feeling it mietily cloes and opresiv. If he needed a King and Qeen to restor him, he was forchunet in having his remedy at hand; for, soon th larj-faest King and th fair-faest Qeen caem in thair goelden coech, atended bi th shiening Bull's Ie of thair Cort, a glitering multitued of lafing laedys and fien lords; and in jooels and silks and pouder and splendour and elegantly sperning figuers and hansumly disdaenful faeses of boeth sexes, th mender of roeds baethd himself, so much to his temporairy intoxicaeshun, that he cried Long liv th King, Long liv th Qeen, Long liv evrybody and evrything! as if he had never herd of uebiqitus Jacques in his tiem. Then, thair wer gardens, cort-yards, terreses, fountens, green banks, mor King and Qeen, mor Bull's Ie, mor lords and laedys, mor Long liv thae all! until he absolootly wept


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with sentiment. During th hoel of this seen, which lasted sum three ours, he had plenty of shouting and weeping and sentimental cumpany, and thruout Defarge held him bi th colar, as if to restraen him frum flieing at th objects of his breef devoeshun and tairing them to peeses.

   "Braavo!" sed Defarge, claping him on th bak when it was oever, liek a paetron; "U ar a guud boi!"

   Th mender of roeds was now cuming to himself, and was mistrustful of having maed a mistaek in his laet demonstraeshuns; but no.

   "U ar th felo we wont," sed Defarge, in his eer; "U maek thees fools beleev that it wil last for ever. Then, thae ar th mor insolent, and it is th neerer ended."

   "Hae!" cried th mender of roeds, reflectively; "that's troo."

   "Thees fools noe nuthing. Whiel thae despiez yur breth, and wuud stop it for ever and ever, in U or in a hundred liek U rather than in wun of thair oen horses or daugs, thae oenly noe whut yur breth tels them. Let it deseev them, then, a litl longger; it cannot deseev them too much."

   Madame Defarge luukt superciliously at th clieent, and noded in confermaeshun.

   "As to U," sed she, "U wuud shout and shed teers for enything, if it maed a sho and a noiz. Sae! Wuud U not?"

   "Trooly, madame, I think so. For th moement."

   "If U wer shoen a graet heep of dols, and wer set upon them to pluk them to peeses and despoil them for yur oen advantej, U wuud pik out th richest and gayest. Sae! Wuud U not?"

   "Trooly yes, madame."

   "Yes. And if U wer shoen a flok of berds, unaebl to fli, and wer set upon them to strip them of thair fethers for yur oen advantej, U wuud set upon th berds of th fienest fethers; wuud U not?"

   "It is troo, madame."

   "U hav seen boeth dols and berds to-dae," sed Madame Defarge, with a waev of her hand tords th plaes wherr thae had last bin aparrent; "now, go hoem!"


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STIL NITING

   MADAME DEFARGE and monsieur her huzband reternd amicably to th buuzom of Saent Antoine, whiel a spek in a bloo cap toild thru th darknes, and thru th dust, and doun th weery miels of avenue bi th waesied, sloely tending tords that point of th compas wherr th shato of Monsieur th Marqis, now in his graev, lisend to th whispering trees. Such ampl leezher had th stoen faeses, now, for lisening to th trees and to th founten, that th fue vilej scaircroes hoo, in thair qest for herbs to eet and fragments of ded stik to bum, straed within siet of th graet stoen cort-yard and terres staircaes, had it born in upon thair starvd fansy that th expreshun of th faeses was allterd. A rumour just livd in th vilej -- had a faent and bair existens thair, as its peepl had -- that when th nief struk hoem, th faeses chaenjd, frum faeses of pried to faeses of angger and paen; allso, that when that danggling figuer was halld up forty feet abuv th founten, thae chaenjd agen, and bor a crooel luuk of being avenged, which thae wuud hensforth bair for ever. In th stoen faes oever th graet windo of th bed-chaember wherr th merder was dun, too fien dints wer pointed out in th sculpcherd noez, which evrybody recogniezd, and which noebody had seen of oeld; and on th scairs ocaezhuns when too or three raged pezants emerjd frum th croud to taek a heryd peep at Monsieur th Marqis petrified, a skiny fingger wuud not hav pointed to it for a minit, befor thae all started awae amung th moss and leevs, liek th mor forchunet hares hoo cuud fiend a living thair.

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th stoen flor, and th puer wauter in th vilej wel -- thouzands of aekers of land -- a hoel provins of France -- all France itself -- lae under th niet skie, consentraeted into a faent hair-bredth lien. So duz a hoel werld, with all its greatnesses and littlenesses, he in a twinkling star. And as meer hueman nolej can split a rae of liet and analyse th maner of its compozishun, so, sublimer intelligences mae reed in th feebl shiening of this erth of ours, evry thaut and act, evry vies and verchoo, of evry responsibl creecher on it.

   Th Defarges, huzband and wief, caem lumbering under th starliet, in thair public veeicl, to that gaet of Paris whereunto thair jerny nacheraly tended. Thair was th uezhual stopej at th barryer gard- hous, and th uezhual lanterns caem glansing forth for th uezhual examinaeshun and inqiery. Monsieur Defarge alieted; noeing wun or too of th soeljery thair, and wun of th polees. Th later he was intimet with, and afecshunetly embraest.

   When Saent Antoine had agen enfolded th Defarges in his dusky wings, and thae, having fienaly alieted neer th Saint's bounderys, wer piking thair wae on fuut thru th blak mud and offal of his streets, Madame Defarge spoek to her huzband:

   "Sae then, mi frend; whut did Jacques of th polees tel thee?"

   "Verry litl to-niet, but all he noes. Thair is anuther spi comishund for our qorter. Thair mae be meny mor, for all that he can sae, but he noes of wun."

   "Eh wel!" sed Madame Defarge, raezing her iebrows with a cool biznes air. "It is nesesairy to rejister him. How do thae call that man?"

   "He is English."

   "So much th beter. His naem?"

   "Barsad," sed Defarge, maeking it French bi pronunsiaeshun. But, he had bin so cairful to get it acueretly, that he then spelt it with perfect corectnes.

   "Barsad," repeeted madame. "Guud. Christian naem?"

   "John."

   "John Barsad," repeeted madame, after murmuring it wuns to herself. "Guud. His apeerans; is it noen?"

   "Aej, about forty yeers; hiet, about fiev feet nien; blak hair; complexshun dark; jeneraly, rather hansum vizej; ies dark, faes thin, long, and salo; noez aqilien, but not straet, having a pecuelyar inclinaeshun tords th left cheek; expreshun, thairfor, sinister."


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   "Eh mi faeth. It is a portret!" sed madame, lafing. "He shal be rejisterd to-morro."

   Thae ternd into th wien-shop, which was cloezd (for it was midniet), and wherr Madame Defarge imeedyetly tuuk her poest at her desk, counted th small munys that had bin taeken during her absens, examind th stok, went thru th entrys in th buuk, maed uther entrys of her oen, chekt th serving man in evry posibl wae, and fienaly dismist him to bed. Then she ternd out th contents of th boel of muny for th second tiem, and began noting them up in her hankerchif, in a chaen of separaet nots, for saef keeping thru th niet. All this whiel, Defarge, with his piep in his mouth, waukt up and doun, complacently admiering, but never interfeering; in which condishun, indeed, as to th biznes and his domestic afairs, he waukt up and doun thru lief.

   Th niet was hot, and th shop, cloes shut and serounded bi so foul a naeborhuud, was il-smeling. Monsieur Defarge's olfactory sens was bi no meens deliket, but th stok of wien smelt much strongger than it ever taested, and so did th stok of rum and brandy and aniseed. He whiffed th compound of sents awae, as he puut doun his smoekt-out piep.

   "U ar fateegd," sed madame, raezing her glans as she noted th muny. "Thair ar oenly th uezhual odours."

   "I am a litl tierd," her huzband aknolejd.

   "U ar a litl deprest, too," sed madame, hoos qik ies had never bin so intent on th acounts, but thae had had a rae or too for him. "O, th men, th men!"

   "But mi deer!" began Defarge.

   "But mi deer!" repeeted madame, noding fermly; "but mi deer! U ar faent of hart to-niet, mi deer!"

   "Wel, then," sed Defarge, as if a thaut wer wrung out of his brest, "it is a long tiem."

   "It is a long tiem," repeeted his wief; "and when is it not a long tiem? Vengeance and retribueshun reqier a long tiem; it is th rool."

   "It duz not taek a long tiem to striek a man with Lietning," sed Defarge.

   "How long," demanded madame, composedly, "duz it taek to maek and stor th lietning? Tel me."

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   "It duz not taek a long tiem," sed madame, "for an erthqaek to swolo a toun. Eh wel! Tel me how long it taeks to prepair th erthqaek?"

   "A long tiem, I supoez," sed Defarge.

   "But when it is redy, it taeks plaes, and griends to peeses evrything befor it. In th meentiem, it is allwaes prepairing, tho it is not seen or herd. That is yur consolaeshun. Keep it."

   She tied a not with flashing ies, as if it throtld a foe.

   "I tel thee," sed madame, extending her riet hand, for emfasis, "that alltho it is a long tiem on th roed, it is on th roed and cuming. I tel thee it never retreets, and never stops. I tel thee it is allwaes advansing. Luuk around and consider th Eves of all th werld that we noe, consider th faeses of all th werld that we noe, consider th raej and discontent to which th Jacquerie adreses itself with mor and mor of sertenty evry our. Can such things last? Baa! I mok U."

   "Mi braev wief," reternd Defarge, standing befor her with his hed a litl bent, and his hands claspt at his bak, liek a dosil and atentiv puepil befor his catekist, "I do not qeschun all this. But it has lasted a long tiem, and it is posibl -- U noe wel, mi wief, it is posibl -- that it mae not cum, during our lievs."

   "Eh wel! How then?" demanded madame, tieing anuther not, as if thair wer anuther enemy stranggld.

   "Wel!" sed Defarge, with a haf complaening and haf apolojetic shrug. "We shal not see th trieumf."

   "We shal hav helpt it," reternd madame, with her extended hand in strong acshun. "Nuthing that we do, is dun in vaen. I beleev, with all mi soel, that we shal see th trieumf. But eeven if not, eeven if I nue sertenly not, sho me th nek of an aristocrat and tierant, and stil I wuud -- "

   Then madame, with her teeth set, tied a verry terribl not indeed.

   "Hoeld!" cried Defarge, reddening a litl as if he felt charjd with cowardis; "I too, mi deer, wil stop at nuthing."

   "Yes! But it is yur weeknes that U sumtiems need to see yur victim and yur oportuenity, to sustaen U. Sustaen yurself without that. When th tiem cums, let loos a tieger and a devil; but waet for th tiem with th tieger and th devil chained -- not shoen -- yet allwaes redy."


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   Madame enforst th concloozhun of this pees of advies bi strieking her litl counter with her chaen of muny as if she nokt its braens out, and then gathering th hevy hankerchif under her arm in a sereen maner, and obzerving that it was tiem to go to bed.

   Next noontied saw th admerabl wuuman in her uezhual plaes in th wien-shop, niting awae assiduously. A roez lae besied her, and if she now and then glanst at th flower, it was with no infracshun of her uezhual preocuepied air. Thair wer a fue customers, drinking or not drinking, standing or seeted, sprinkld about. Th dae was verry hot, and heeps of flies, hoo wer extending thair inqizitiv and advencherus perquisitions into all th glootinus litl glases neer madame, fel ded at th botom. Thair desees maed no impreshun on th uther flies out promenading, hoo luukt at them in th coolest maner (as if thae themselvs wer elefants, or sumthing as far remoovd), until thae met th saem faet. Cuerius to consider how heedles flies ar! -- perhaps thae thaut as much at Cort that suny sumer dae.

   A figuer entering at th dor throo a shado on Madame Defarge which she felt to be a nue wun. She laed doun her niting, and began to pin her roez in her hed-dres, befor she luukt at th figuer.

   It was cuerius. Th moement Madame Defarge tuuk up th roez, th customers seest tauking, and began grajualy to drop out of th wien- shop.

   "Guud dae, madame," sed th nue-comer.

   "Guud dae, monsieur."

   She sed it aloud, but aded to herself, as she rezoomd her niting: "Hah! Guud dae, aej about forty, hiet about fiev feet nien, blak hair, jeneraly rather hansum vizej, complexshun dark, ies dark, thin, long and salo faes, aqilien noez but not straet, having a pecuelyar inclinaeshun tords th left cheek which imparts a sinister expreshun! Guud dae, wun and all!"

   "Hav th guudnes to giv me a litl glas of oeld conyac, and a mouthful of cool fresh wauter, madame."

   Madame complied with a poliet air.

   "Marvellous conyac this, madame!"

   It was th ferst tiem it had ever bin so complemented, and Madame Defarge nue enuf of its antyseedents to noe beter. She sed, however, that th conyac was flaterd, and tuuk up her niting. Th vizitor wocht her finggers for a fue moements, and tuuk th oportuenity of obzerving th plaes in jeneral.


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   "U nit with graet skil, madame."

   "I am acustomd to it."

   "A prity patern too!"

   "U think so?" sed madame, luuking at him with a smiel.

   "Desiededly. Mae wun ask whut it is for?"

   "Pastiem," sed madame, stil luuking at him with a smiel whiel her finggers moovd nimbly.

   "Not for ues?"

   "That depends. I mae fiend a ues for it wun dae. If I do -- Wel," sed madame, drawing a breth and noding her hed with a stem kiend of coeketry, "I'l uez it!"

   It was remarkabl; but, th taest of Saent Antoine seemd to be desiededly opoezd to a roez on th hed-dres of Madame Defarge. Too men had enterd separetly, and had bin about to order drink, when, caching siet of that novelty, thae fallterd, maed a preetens of luuking about as if for sum frend hoo was not thair, and went awae. Nor, of thoes hoo had bin thair when this vizitor enterd, was thair wun left. Thae had all dropt off. Th spi had kept his ies oepen, but had bin aebl to detect no sien. Thae had lounjd awae in a poverty- striken, perposles, acsidental maner, qiet nacheral and unimpeechabl.

   "JOHN," thaut madame, cheking off her werk as her finggers nited, and her ies luukt at th straenjer. "Stae long enuf, and I shal nit 'BARSAD' befor U go."

   "U hav a huzband, madame?"

   "I hav."

   "Children?"

   "No children."

   "Biznes seems bad?"

   "Biznes is verry bad; th peepl ar so pur."

   "Aa, th unforchunet, mizerabl peepl! So oprest, too -- as U sae."

   "As U sae," madame retorted, corecting him, and deftly niting an extra sumthing into his naem that boded him no guud.

   "Pardon me; sertenly it was I hoo sed so, but U nacheraly think so. Of cors."

   "I think?" reternd madame, in a hi vois. "I and mi huzband hav enuf to do to keep this wien-shop oepen, without thinking. All


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we think, heer, is how to liv. That is th subject we think of, and it givs us, frum morning to niet, enuf to think about, without embarrasing our heds conserning uthers. I think for uthers? No, no."

   Th spi, hoo was thair to pik up eny crumbs he cuud fiend or maek, did not alow his bafld staet to expres itself in his sinister faes; but, stuud with an air of gosiping galantry, leening his elbo on Madame Defarge's litl counter, and ocaezhunaly siping his conyac.

   "A bad biznes this, madame, of Gaspard's execueshun. Aa! th pur Gaspard!" With a si of graet compashun.

   "Mi faeth!" reternd madame, cooly and lietly, "if peepl uez nievs for such perposes, thae hav to pae for it. He nue beforhand whut th pries of his lugzhury was; he has paed th pries."

   "I beleev," sed th spi, droping his sofft vois to a toen that invieted confidens, and expresing an injerd revolooshunairy suseptibility in evry musl of his wiked faes: "I beleev thair is much compashun and angger in this naeborhuud, tuching th pur felo? Between ourselvs."

   "Is thair?" askt madame, vacantly.

   "Is thair not?"

   " -- Heer is mi huzband!" sed Madame Defarge.

   As th keeper of th wien-shop enterd at th dor, th spi salooted him bi tuching his hat, and saeing, with an engaejing smiel, "Guud dae, Jacques!" Defarge stopt short, and staird at him.

   "Guud dae, Jacques!" th spi repeeted; with not qiet so much confidens, or qiet so eezy a smiel under th stair.

   "U deseev yurself, monsieur," reternd th keeper of th wien- shop. "U mistaek me for anuther. That is not mi naem. I am Ernest Defarge."

   "It is all th saem," sed th spi, airily, but discomfited too: "guud dae!"

   "Guud dae!" anserd Defarge, driely.

   "I was saeing to madame, with hoom I had th plezher of chating when U enterd, that thae tel me thair is -- and no wunder! -- much simpathy and angger in Saent Antoine, tuching th unhapy faet of pur Gaspard."

   "No wun has toeld me so," sed Defarge, shaeking his hed. "I noe nuthing of it."

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his hand on th bak of his wife's chair, luuking oever that barryer at th person to hoom thae wer boeth opoezd, and hoom eether of them wuud hav shot with th graetest satisfacshun.

   Th spi, wel uezd to his biznes, did not chaenj his unconshus atitued, but draend his litl glas of conyac, tuuk a sip of fresh wauter, and askt for anuther glas of conyac. Madame Defarge pord it out for him, tuuk to her niting agen, and humd a litl song oever it.

   "U seem to noe this qorter wel; that is to sae, beter than I do?" obzervd Defarge.

   "Not at all, but I hoep to noe it beter. I am so profoundly interested in its mizerabl inhabitants."

   "Hah!" muterd Defarge.

   "Th plezher of conversing with U, Monsieur Defarge, recalls to me," persood th spi, "that I hav th onor of cherrishing sum interesting asoesiaeshuns with yur naem."

   "Indeed!" sed Defarge, with much indiferens.

   "Yes, indeed. When Doctor Manette was releest, U, his oeld domestic, had th charj of him, I noe. He was deliverd to U. U see I am informd of th sercumstanses?"

   "Such is th fact, sertenly," sed Defarge. He had had it convaed to him, in an acsidental tuch of his wife's elbo as she nited and warbled, that he wuud do best to anser, but allwaes with brevity.

   "It was to U," sed th spi, "that his dauter caem; and it was frum yur cair that his dauter tuuk him, acumpanyd bi a neet broun monsieur; how is he calld? -- in a litl wig -- Lory -- of th bank of Tellson and Cumpany -- oever to England."

   "Such is th fact," repeeted Defarge.

   "Verry interesting remembranses!" sed th spi. "I hav noen Doctor Manette and his dauter, in England."

   "Yes?" sed Defarge.

   "U don't heer much about them now?" sed th spi.

   "No," sed Defarge.

   "In efect," madame struk in, luuking up frum her werk and her litl song, "we never heer about them. We reseevd th nues of thair saef arieval, and perhaps anuther leter, or perhaps too; but, sinss then, thae hav grajualy taeken thair roed in lief -- we, ours -- and we hav held no corespondens."

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   "Going?" ekoed madame. "She was prity enuf to hav bin marryd long ago. U English ar coeld, it seems to me."

   "O! U noe I am English."

   "I perseev yur tung is," reternd madame; "and whut th tung is, I supoez th man is."

   He did not taek th iedentificaeshun as a compliment; but he maed th best of it, and ternd it off with a laf. After siping his conyac to th end, he aded:

   "Yes, Mis Manette is going to be marryd. But not to an Englishman; to wun hoo, liek herself, is French bi berth. And speeking of Gaspard (aa, pur Gaspard! It was crooel, crooel!), it is a cuerius thing that she is going to marry th nefue of Monsieur th Marqis, for hoom Gaspard was exallted to that hiet of so meny feet; in uther werds, th prezent Marqis. But he lievs unnoen in England, he is no Marqis thair; he is Mr. Charles Darnay. D'aulnais is th naem of his mother's family."

   Madame Defarge nited stedily, but th intelijens had a palpabl efect upon her huzband. Do whut he wuud, behiend th litl counter, as to th strieking of a liet and th lieting of his piep, he was trubld, and his hand was not trustwerthy. Th spi wuud hav bin no spi if he had faeld to see it, or to record it in his miend.

   Having maed, at leest, this wun hit, whutever it miet proov to be werth, and no customers cuming in to help him to eny uther, Mr. Barsad paed for whut he had drunk, and tuuk his leev: taeking ocaezhun to sae, in a jenteel maner, befor he departed, that he luukt forward to th plezher of seeing Monsieur and Madame Defarge agen. For sum minits after he had emerjd into th outer prezens of Saent Antoine, th huzband and wief remaend exactly as he had left them, lest he shuud cum bak.

   "Can it be troo," sed Defarge, in a lo vois, luuking doun at his wief as he stuud smoeking with his hand on th bak of her chair: "whut he has sed of Ma'amselle Manette?"

   "As he has sed it," reternd madame, lifting her iebrows a litl, "it is probably falls. But it mae be troo."

   "If it is -- " Defarge began, and stopt.

   "If it is?" repeeted his wief.

   " -- And if it duz cum, whiel we liv to see it trieumf -- I hoep, for her saek, Destiny wil keep her huzband out of France."

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"wil taek him wherr he is to go, and wil leed him to th end that is to end him. That is all I noe."

   "But it is verry straenj -- now, at leest, is it not verry straenj" -- sed Defarge, rather pleeding with his wief to indues her to admit it, "that, after all our simpathy for Monsieur her faather, and herself, her husband's naem shuud be proescriebd under yur hand at this moement, bi th sied of that infernal dog's hoo has just left us?"

   "Straenjer things than that wil hapen when it duz cum," anserd madame. "I hav them boeth heer, of a sertenty; and thae ar boeth heer for thair merrits; that is enuf."

   She roiled up her niting when she had sed thoes werds, and prezently tuuk th roez out of th hankerchif that was wound about her hed. Eether Saent Antoine had an instinktiv sens that th objecshunabl decoraeshun was gon, or Saent Antoine was on th woch for its disapeerans; how-be-it, th Saent tuuk curej to lounj in, verry shortly afterwards, and th wien-shop recuverd its habichual aspect.

   In th eevning, at which seezon of all uthers Saent Antoine ternd himself insied out, and sat on dor-steps and windo-lejes, and caem to th corners of viel streets and corts, for a breth of air, Madame Defarge with her werk in her hand was acustomd to pas frum plaes to plaes and frum groop to groop: a Mishunairy -- thair wer meny liek her -- such as th werld wil do wel never to breed agen. All th wimen nited. Thae nited werthles things; but, th mecanical werk was a mecanical substituet for eeting and drinking; th hands moovd for th jaws and th dijestiv aparatus: if th boeny finggers had bin stil, th stumacs wuud hav bin mor famin-pincht.

   But, as th finggers went, th ies went, and th thauts. And as Madame Defarge moovd on frum groop to groop, all three went qiker and fiercer amung evry litl not of wimen that she had spoeken with, and left behiend.

   Her huzband smoekt at his dor, luuking after her with admeraeshun. "A graet wuuman," sed he, "a strong wuuman, a grand wuuman, a frietfuly grand wuuman!"

   Darknes cloezd around, and then caem th ringing of cherch bels and th distant beeting of th militairy drums in th Palis Cort-yard, as th wimen sat niting, niting. Darknes encompast them. Anuther darknes was cloezing in as shurly, when th cherch bels, then ringing plezantly in meny an airy steepl oever France, shuud be melted into


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thundering canon; when th militairy drums shuud be beeting to droun a reched vois, that niet all poetent as th vois of Power and Plenty, Freedom and Lief. So much was cloezing in about th wimen hoo sat niting, niting, that thae thair verry selvs wer cloezing in around a strukcher yet unbilt, wherr thae wer to sit niting, niting, counting droping heds.

WUN NIET

   NEVER DID th sun go doun with a brieter glory on th qieet corner in Soho, than wun memorabl eevning when th Doctor and his dauter sat under th plaen-tree together. Never did th moon riez with a reeder raedians oever graet London, than on that niet when it found them stil seeted under th tree, and shoen upon thair faeses thru its leevs.

   Lucie was to be marryd to-morro. She had rezervd this last eevning for her faather, and thae sat aloen under th plaen-tree.

   "U ar hapy, mi deer faather?"

   "Qiet, mi chield."

   Thae had sed litl, tho thae had bin thair a long tiem. When it was yet liet enuf to werk and reed, she had neether engaejd herself in her uezhual werk, nor had she reed to him. She had emploid herself in boeth waes, at his sied under th tree, meny and meny a tiem; but, this tiem was not qiet liek eny uther, and nuthing cuud maek it so.

   "And I am verry hapy to-niet, deer faather. I am deeply hapy in th luv that Heven has so blesed -- mi luv for Charles, and Charles's luv for me. But, if mi lief wer not to be stil consecraeted to U, or if


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mi marrej wer so araenjd as that it wuud part us, eeven bi th length of a fue of thees streets, I shuud be mor unhapy and self- reproechful now than I can tel U. Eeven as it is -- "

   Eeven as it was, she cuud not comand her vois.

   In th sad moonliet, she claspt him bi th nek, and laed her faes upon his brest. In th moonliet which is allwaes sad, as th liet of th sun itself is -- as th liet calld hueman lief is -- at its cuming and its going.

   "Deerest deer! Can U tel me, this last tiem, that U feel qiet, qiet shur, no nue afecshuns of mien, and no nue duetys of mien, wil ever interpoez between us? I noe it wel, but do U noe it? In yur oen hart, do U feel qiet serten?"

   Her faather anserd, with a cheerful fermnes of convicshun he cuud scairsly hav asoomd, "Qiet shur, mi darling! Mor than that," he aded, as he tenderly kist her: "mi fuecher is far brieter, Lucie, seen thru yur marrej, than it cuud hav bin -- nae, than it ever was -- without it."

   "If I cuud hoep that, mi faather! -- "

   "Beleev it, luv! Indeed it is so. Consider how nacheral and how plaen it is, mi deer, that it shuud be so. U, devoeted and yung, cannot fuuly apreeshiaet th angzieity I hav felt that yur lief shuud not be waested -- "

   She moovd her hand tords his lips, but he tuuk it in his, and repeeted th werd.

   " -- waested, mi chield -- shuud not be waested, struk asied frum th nacheral order of things -- for mi saek. Yur unselfishnes cannot entierly comprehend how much mi miend has gon on this; but, oenly ask yurself, how cuud mi hapynes be perfect, whiel yurs was incompleet?"

   "If I had never seen Charles, mi faather, I shuud hav bin qiet hapy with U."

   He smield at her unconshus admishun that she wuud hav bin unhapy without Charles, having seen him; and replied:

   "Mi chield, U did see him, and it is Charles. If it had not bin Charles, it wuud hav bin anuther. Or, if it had bin no uther, I shuud hav bin th cauz, and then th dark part of mi lief wuud hav cast its shado beyond mieself, and wuud hav fallen on U."

   It was th ferst tiem, exsept at th trieal, of her ever heering him refer to th peeriod of his sufering. It gaev her a straenj and nue sensaeshun whiel his werds wer in her eers; and she rememberd it long afterwards.

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moon. "I hav luukt at her frum mi prizon-windo, when I cuud not bair her liet. I hav luukt at her when it has bin such torcher to me to think of her shiening upon whut I had lost, that I hav beeten mi hed agenst mi prizon-walls. I hav luukt at her, in a staet so dun and letharjic, that I hav thaut of nuthing but th number of horizontal liens I cuud draw across her at th fuul, and th number of perpendicuelar liens with which I cuud intersect them." He aded in his inward and pondering maner, as he luukt at th moon, "It was twenty eether wae, I remember, and th twentyeth was dificult to sqeez in."

   Th straenj thril with which she herd him go bak to that tiem, deepend as he dwelt upon it; but, thair was nuthing to shok her in th maner of his referens. He oenly seemd to contrast his prezent cheerfulnes and felisity with th dier endurans that was oever.

   "I hav luukt at her, specuelaeting thouzands of tiems upon th unborn chield frum hoom I had bin rent. Whether it was aliev. Whether it had bin born aliev, or th pur mother's shok had kild it. Whether it was a sun hoo wuud sum dae avenj his faather. (Thair was a tiem in mi imprizonment, when mi dezier for vengeance was unbairabl.) Whether it was a sun hoo wuud never noe his father's story; hoo miet eeven liv to wae th posibility of his father's having disapeerd of his oen wil and act. Whether it was a dauter hoo wuud gro to be a wuuman."

   She droo cloeser to him, and kist his cheek and his hand.

   "I hav pikcherd mi dauter, to mieself, as perfectly forgetful of me -- rather, alltogether ignorant of me, and unconshus of me. I hav cast up th yeers of her aej, yeer after yeer. I hav seen her marryd to a man hoo nue nuthing of mi faet. I hav alltogether perrisht frum th remembrans of th living, and in th next jeneraeshun mi plaes was a blank."

   "Mi faather! Eeven to heer that U had such thauts of a dauter hoo never existed, strieks to mi hart as if I had bin that chield."

   "U, Lucie? It is out of th Consolaeshun and restoraeshun U hav braut to me, that thees remembranses ariez, and pas between us and th moon on this last niet. -- Whut did I sae just now?"

   "She nue nuthing of U. She caird nuthing for U."

   "So! But on uther moonliet niets, when th sadnes and th sielens hav tucht me in a diferent wae -- hav afected me with sumthing as liek a sorroeful sens of pees, as eny emoeshun that had paen for its foundaeshuns cuud -- I hav imajind her as cuming to me in mi sel, and


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leeding me out into th freedom beyond th fortres. I hav seen her imej in th moonliet offen, as I now see U; exsept that I never held her in mi arms; it stuud between th litl graeted windo and th dor. But, U understand that that was not th chield I am speeking of?"

   "Th figuer was not; th -- th -- imej; th fansy?"

   "No. That was anuther thing. It stuud befor mi disterbd sens of siet, but it never moovd. Th fantom that mi miend persood, was anuther and mor reeal chield. Of her outward apeerans I noe no mor than that she was liek her muther. Th uther had that lieknes too -- as U hav -- but was not th saem. Can U folo me, Lucie? Hardly, I think? I dout U must hav bin a solitairy prizoner to understand thees perplext distinkshuns."

   His colected and caam maner cuud not prevent her blud frum runing coeld, as he thus tried to anatomise his oeld condishun.

   "In that mor peesful staet, I hav imajind her, in th moonliet, cuming to me and taeking me out to sho me that th hoem of her marryd lief was fuul of her luving remembrans of her lost faather. Mi pikcher was in her room, and I was in her prairs. Her lief was activ, cheerful, uesful; but mi pur history pervaeded it all."

   "I was that chield, mi faather, I was not haf so guud, but in mi luv that was l."

   "And she shoed me her children," sed th Doctor of Beauvais, "and thae had herd of me, and had bin taut to pity me. When thae past a prizon of th Staet, thae kept far frum its frouning walls, and luukt up at its bars, and spoek in whispers. She cuud never deliver me; I imajind that she allwaes braut me bak after shoeing me such things. But then, blesed with th releef of teers, I fel upon mi nees, and blesed her."

   "I am that chield, I hoep, mi faather. O mi deer, mi deer, wil U bles me as fervently to-morro?"

   "Lucie, I recall thees oeld trubls in th reezon that I hav to-niet for luving U beter than werds can tel, and thanking God for mi graet hapynes. Mi thauts, when thae wer wieldest, never roez neer th hapynes that I hav noen with U, and that we hav befor us."

   He embraest her, solemly comended her to Heven, and humbly thankt Heven for having bestoed her on him. Bi-and-bi, thae went into th hous.

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maek no chaenj in thair plaes of rezidens; thae had bin aebl to extend it, bi taeking to themselvs th uper rooms formerly belonging to th apocrafal invisibl lojer, and thae dezierd nuthing mor.

   Doctor Manette was verry cheerful at th litl super. Thae wer oenly three at taebl, and Mis Pross maed th therd. He regreted that Charles was not thair; was mor than haf dispoezd to object to th luving litl plot that kept him awae; and drank to him afecshunetly.

   So, th tiem caem for him to bid Lucie guud niet, and thae separaeted. But, in th stilnes of th therd our of th morning, Lucie caem doun- stairs agen, and stoel into his room; not free frum unshaped feers, beforhand.

   All things, however, wer in thair plaeses; all was qieet; and he lae asleep, his whiet hair pikcheresk on th untroubled pilo, and his hands lieing qieet on th cuverlet. She puut her needles candl in th shado at a distans, crept up to his bed, and puut her lips to his; then, leend oever him, and luukt at him.

   Into his hansum faes, th biter wauters of captivity had worn; but, he cuverd up thair traks with a determinaeshun so strong, that he held th mastery of them eeven in his sleep. A mor remarkabl faes in its qieet, rezoloot, and garded strugl with an unseen asaelant, was not to be beheld in all th wied dominyons of sleep, that niet.

   She timidly laed her hand on his deer brest, and puut up a prair that she miet ever be as troo to him as her luv aspierd to be, and as his sorroes dezervd. Then, she withdroo her hand, and kist his lips wuns mor, and went awae. So, th sunriez caem, and th shadoes of th leevs of th plaen-tree moovd upon his faes, as sofftly as her lips had moovd in praeing for him.


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NIEN DAES

   TH MARREJ-DAE was shiening brietly, and thae wer redy outsied th cloezd dor of th Doctor's room, wherr he was speeking with Charles Darnay. Thae wer redy to go to cherch; th buetyful bried, Mr. Lory, and Mis Pross -- to hoom th event, thru a grajual proses of reconcilement to th inevitabl, wuud hav bin wun of absoloot blis, but for th yet linggering consideraeshun that her bruther Solomon shuud hav bin th briedgroom.

   "And so," sed Mr. Lory, hoo cuud not sufishently admier th bried, and hoo had bin mooving round her to taek in evry point of her qieet, prity dres; "and so it was for this, mi sweet Lucie, that I braut U across th Chanel, such a baby' Lord bles me' How litl I thaut whut I was doing! How lietly I valued th obligaeshun I was confering on mi frend Mr. Charles!"

   "U didn't meen it," remarkt th mater-of-fact Mis Pross, "and thairfor how cuud U noe it? Nonsens!"

   "Reealy? Wel; but don't cri," sed th jentl Mr. Lory.

   "I am not crieing," sed Mis Pross; "U ar."

   "I, mi Pross?" (Bi this tiem, Mr. Lory daird to be plezant with her, on ocaezhun.)

   "U wer, just now; I saw U do it, and I don't wunder at it. Such a prezent of plaet as U hav maed 'em, is enuf to bring teers into anybody's ies. Thair's not a fork or a spoon m th colecshun," sed Mis Pross, "that I didn't cri oever, last niet after th box caem, til I cuudn't see it."

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had no intenshun of rendering thoes triefling articls of remembrans invisibl to eny wun. Deer me! This is an ocaezhun that maeks a man specuelaet on all he has lost. Deer, deer, deer! To think that thair miet hav bin a Mrs. Lory, eny tiem thees fifty yeers allmoest!"

   "Not at all!" Frum Mis Pross.

   "U think thair never miet hav bin a Mrs. Lory?" askt th jentlman of that naem.

   "Pooh!" rejoind Mis Pross; "U wer a bachelor in yur craedl."

   "Wel!" obzervd Mr. Lory, beamingly ajusting his litl wig, "that seems probabl, too."

   "And U wer cut out for a bachelor," persood Mis Pross, "befor U wer puut in yur craedl."

   "Then, I think," sed Mr. Lory, "that I was verry unhandsomely delt with, and that I aut to hav had a vois in th selecshun of mi patern. Enuf! Now, mi deer Lucie," drawing his arm soothingly round her waest, "I heer them mooving in th next room, and Mis Pross and I, as too formal foeks of biznes, ar ankshus not to looz th fienal oportuenity of saeing sumthing to U that U wish to heer. U leev yur guud faather, mi deer, in hands as ernest and as luving as yur oen; he shal be taeken evry conseevabl cair of; during th next fortniet, whiel U ar in Warwickshire and thairabouts, eeven Tellson's shal go to th wall (comparrativly speeking) befor him. And when, at th fortnight's end, he cums to join U and yur beluved huzband, on yur uther fortnight's trip in Wales, U shal sae that we hav sent him to U in th best helth and in th hapyest fraem. Now, I heer Somebody's step cuming to th dor. Let me kis mi deer gerl with an oeld-fashund bachelor blesing, befor Sumbody cums to claem his oen."

   For a moement, he held th fair faes frum him to luuk at th wel- rememberd expreshun on th forhed, and then laed th briet goelden hair agenst his litl broun wig, with a jenuein tendernes and delicasy which, if such things be oeld-fashund, wer as oeld as Adam.

   Th dor of th Doctor's room oepend, and he caem out with Charles Darnay. He was so dedly pael -- which had not bin th caes when thae went in together -- that no vestej of colour was to be seen in his faes. But, in th compoezher of his maner he was unaltered, exsept that to th shrood glans of Mr. Lory it discloezd sum shadoey indicaeshun that th oeld air of avoidans and dred had laetly past oever him, liek a coeld wind.

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charriot which Mr. Lory had hierd in onor of th dae. Th rest foloed in anuther carrej, and soon, in a neighbouring cherch, wherr no straenj ies luukt on, Charles Darnay and Lucie Manette wer hapily marryd.

   Besieds th glansing teers that shoen amung th smiels of th litl groop when it was dun, sum diemonds, verry briet and sparkling, glanst on th bride's hand, which wer nuely releest frum th dark obscuerity of wun of Mr. Lorry's pokets. Thae reternd hoem to brekfast, and all went wel, and in due cors th goelden hair that had minggld with th pur shoemaker's whiet loks in th Paris garret, wer minggld with them agen in th morning sunliet, on th threshhoeld of th dor at parting.

   It was a hard parting, tho it was not for long. But her faather cheerd her, and sed at last, jently disengaging himself frum her enfolding arms, "Taek her, Charles! She is yurs!"

   And her ajitaeted hand waevd to them frum a shaez windo, and she was gon.

   Th corner being out of th wae of th iedl and cuerius, and th preparaeshuns having bin verry simpl and fue, th Doctor, Mr. Lory, and Mis Pross, wer left qiet aloen. It was when thae ternd into th welcum shaed of th cool oeld hall, that Mr. Lory obzervd a graet chaenj to hav cum oever th Doctor; as if th goelden arm uplifted thair, had struk him a poizond blo.

   He had nacheraly represt much, and sum revulshun miet hav bin expected in him when th ocaezhun for represhun was gon. But, it was th oeld scaird lost luuk that trubld Mr. Lory; and thru his absent maner of clasping his hed and dreerily waandering awae into his oen room when thae got up-stairs, Mr. Lory was remiended of Defarge th wien-shop keeper, and th starliet ried.

   "I think," he whisperd to Mis Pross, after ankshus consideraeshun, "I think we had best not speek to him just now, or at all disterb him. I must luuk in at Tellson's; so I wil go thair at wuns and cum bak prezently. Then, we wil taek him a ried into th cuntry, and dien thair, and all wil be wel. "

   It was eezyer for Mr. Lory to luuk in at Tellson's, than to luuk out of Tellson's. He was detaend too ours. When he caem bak, he asended th oeld staircaes aloen, having askt no qeschun of th servant; going thus into th Doctor's rooms, he was stopt bi a lo sound of noking.


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   "Guud God!" he sed, with a start. "Whut's that?"

   Mis Pross, with a terrified faes, was at his eer. "O me, O me! All is lost!" cried she, wringing her hands. "Whut is to be toeld to Ladybird? He duzn't noe me, and is maeking shoos!"

   Mr. Lory sed whut he cuud to caam her, and went himself into th Doctor's room. Th bench was ternd tords th liet, as it had bin when he had seen th shoomaeker at his werk befor, and his hed was bent doun, and he was verry bizy.

   "Doctor Manette. Mi deer frend, Doctor Manette!"

   Th Doctor luukt at him for a moement -- haf inqieringly, haf as if he wer anggry at being spoeken to -- and bent oever his werk agen.

   He had laed asied his coet and waestcoet; his shert was oepen at th throet, as it uezd to be when he did that werk; and eeven th oeld hagard, faeded serfis of faes had cum bak to him. He werkt hard -- impaeshently -- as if in sum sens of having bin interupted.

   Mr. Lory glanst at th werk in his hand, and obzervd that it was a shoo of th oeld siez and shaep. He tuuk up anuther that was lieing bi him, and askt whut it was.

   "A yung lady's wauking shoo," he muterd, without luuking up. "It aut to hav bin finisht long ago. Let it be."

   "But, Doctor Manette. Luuk at me!"

   He oebaed, in th oeld mecanicaly submisiv maner, without pauzing in his werk.

   "U noe me, mi deer frend? Think agen. This is not yur proper ocuepaeshun. Think, deer frend!"

   Nuthing wuud indues him to speek mor. He luukt up, for an instant at a tiem, when he was reqested to do so; but, no perswaezhun wuud extract a werd frum him. He werkt, and werkt, and werkt, in sielens, and werds fel on him as thae wuud hav fallen on an eko- les wall, or on th air. Th oenly rae of hoep that Mr. Lory cuud discuver, was, that he sumtiems fertivly luukt up without being askt. In that, thair seemd a faent expreshun of cueriosity or perplexity -- as tho he wer trieing to reconsiel sum douts in his miend.

   Too things at wuns imprest themselvs on Mr. Lory, as important abuv all uthers; th ferst, that this must be kept seecret frum Lucie; th second, that it must be kept seecret frum all hoo nue him. In conjunkshun with Mis Pross, he tuuk imeedyet steps tords th later precaushun, bi giving out that th Doctor was not wel, and reqierd a fue daes of compleet rest. In aed of th kiend desepshun to be practist on his


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dauter, Mis Pross was to riet, descriebing his having bin calld awae profeshunaly, and refering to an imajinairy leter of too or three heryd liens in his oen hand, reprezented to hav bin adrest to her bi th saem poest.

   Thees mezhers, adviezabl to be taeken in eny caes, Mr. Lory tuuk in th hoep of his cuming to himself. If that shuud hapen soon, he kept anuther cors in rezerv; which was, to hav a serten opinyon that he thaut th best, on th Doctor's caes.

   In th hoep of his recuvery, and of rezort to this therd cors being thairbi renderd practicabl, Mr. Lory rezolvd to woch him atentivly, with as litl apeerans as posibl of doing so. He thairfor maed araenjments to absent himself frum Tellson's for th ferst tiem in his lief, and tuuk his poest bi th windo in th saem room.

   He was not long in discuvering that it was wers than uesles to speek to him, sinss, on being prest, he becaem weryd. He abandond that atempt on th ferst dae, and rezolvd meerly to keep himself allwaes befor him, as a sielent protest agenst th deloozhun into which he had fallen, or was faeling. He remaend, thairfor, in his seet neer th windo, reeding and rieting, and expresing in as meny plezant and nacheral waes as he cuud think of, that it was a free plaes.

   Doctor Manette tuuk whut was given him to eet and drink, and werkt on, that ferst dae, until it was too dark to see -- werkt on, haf an our after Mr. Lory cuud not hav seen, for his lief, to reed or riet. When he puut his tools asied as uesles, until morning, Mr. Lory roez and sed to him:

   "Wil U go out?"

   He luukt doun at th flor on eether sied of him in th oeld maner, luukt up in th oeld maner, and repeeted in th oeld lo vois: clout?"

   "Yes; for a wauk with me. Whi not?"

   He maed no efort to sae whi not, and sed not a werd mor. But, Mr. Lory thaut he saw, as he leend forward on his bench in th dusk, with his elboes on his nees and his hed in his hands, that he was in sum misty wae asking himself, "Whi not?" Th sagasity of th man of biznes perseevd an advantej heer, and determind to hoeld it.

   Mis Pross and he divieded th niet into too woches, and obzervd him at intervals frum th ajoining room. He paest up and doun for a long tiem befor he lae doun; but, when he did fienaly lae himself


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doun, he fel asleep. In th morning, he was up betiems, and went straet to his bench and to werk.

   On this second dae, Mr. Lory salooted him cheerfuly bi his naem, and spoek to him on topics that had bin of laet familyar to them. He reternd no repli, but it was evident that he herd whut was sed, and that he thaut about it, however confuezedly. This encurejd Mr. Lory to hav Mis Pross in with her werk, several tiems during th dae; at thoes tiems, thae qieetly spoek of Lucie, and of her faather then prezent, presiesly in th uezhual maner, and as if thair wer nuthing amis. This was dun without eny demonstrativ acumpanyment, not long enuf, or offen enuf to harras him; and it lietend Mr. Lorry's frendly hart to beleev that he luukt up offener, and that he apeerd to be sterd bi sum persepshun of inconsistensys serounding him.

   When it fel dark agen, Mr. Lory askt him as befor:

   "Deer Doctor, wil U go out?"

   As befor, he repeeted, "Out?"

   "Yes; for a wauk with me. Whi not?"

   This tiem, Mr. Lory faend to go out when he cuud extract no anser frum him, and, after remaening absent for an our, reternd. In th meenwhiel, th Doctor had remoovd to th seet in th windo, and had sat thair luuking doun at th plaen-tree; but, on Mr. Lorry's retern, be slipt awae to his bench.

   Th tiem went verry sloely on, and Mr. Lorry's hoep darkend, and his hart groo hevyer agen, and groo yet hevyer and hevyer evry dae. Th therd dae caem and went, th foerth, th fifth. Fiev daes, six daes, seven daes, aet daes, nien daes.

   With a hoep ever darkening, and with a hart allwaes groeing hevyer and hevyer, Mr. Lory past thru this ankshus tiem. Th seecret was wel kept, and Lucie was unconshus and hapy; but he cuud not fael to obzerv that th shoomaeker, hoos hand had bin a litl out at ferst, was groeing dredfuly skilful, and that he had never bin so intent on his werk, and that his hands had never bin so nimble and expert, as in th dusk of th nienth eevning.


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AN OPINYON

   WORN OUT bi ankshus woching, Mr. Lory fel asleep at his poest. On th tenth morning of his suspens, he was startld bi th shiening of th sun into th room wherr a hevy slumber had oevertaeken him when it was dark niet.

   He rubd his ies and rouzd himself; but he douted, when he had dun so, whether he was not stil asleep. For, going to th dor of th Doctor's room and luuking in, he perseevd that th shoemaker's bench and tools wer puut asied agen, and that th Doctor himself sat reeding at th windo. He was in his uezhual morning dres, and his faes (which Mr. Lory cuud distinktly see), tho stil verry pael, was caamly stoodius and atentiv.

   Eeven when he had satisfied himself that he was awaek, Mr. Lory felt gidily unsertan for sum fue moements whether th laet shoemaking miet not be a disterbd dreem of his oen; for, did not his ies sho him his frend befor him in his acustomd cloething and aspect, and emploid as uezhual; and was thair eny sien within thair raenj, that th chaenj of which he had so strong an impreshun had akchualy hapend?

   It was but th inqiery of his ferst confuezhun and astonishment, th anser being obvius. If th impreshun wer not produest bi a reeal coresponding and sufishent cauz, how caem he, Jarvis Lory, thair? How caem he to hav fallen asleep, in his cloeths, on th soefa in Doctor Manette's consulting-room, and to be debaeting thees points outsied th Doctor's bedroom dor in th erly morning?

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it; but he was bi that tiem cleer-heded, and had nun. He adviezd that thae shuud let th tiem go bi until th reguelar brekfast-our, and shuud then meet th Doctor as if nuthing unuezhual had ocurd. If he apeerd to be in his customairy staet of miend, Mr. Lory wuud then caushusly proseed to seek direcshun and giedans frum th opinyon he had bin, in his angzieity, so ankshus to obtaen.

   Mis Pross, submiting herself to his jujment, th skeem was werkt out with cair. Having abundans of tiem for his uezhual methodical toilette, Mr. Lory prezented himself at th brekfast-our in his uezhual whiet linen, and with his uezhual neet leg. Th Doctor was sumond in th uezhual wae, and caem to brekfast.

   So far as it was posibl to comprehend him without oeversteping thoes deliket and grajual aproeches which Mr. Lory felt to be th oenly saef advans, he at ferst supoezd that his daughter's marrej had taeken plaes yesterdae. An insidental aloozhun, perposly throen out, to th dae of th week, and th dae of th munth, set him thinking and counting, and evidently maed him uneezy. In all uther respects, however, he was so composedly himself, that Mr. Lory determind to hav th aed he saut. And that aed was his oen.

   Thairfor, when th brekfast was dun and cleerd awae, and he and th Doctor wer left together, Mr. Lory sed, feelingly:

   "Mi deer Manette, I am ankshus to hav yur opinyon, in confidens, on a verry cuerius caes in which I am deeply interested; that is to sae, it is verry cuerius to me; perhaps, to yur beter informaeshun it mae be les so."

   Glansing at his hands, which wer discoloured bi his laet werk, th Doctor luukt trubld, and lisend atentivly. He had allredy glanst at his hands mor than wuns.

   "Doctor Manette," sed Mr. Lory, tuching him afecshunetly on th arm, "th caes is th caes of a particuelarly deer frend of mien. Prae giv yur miend to it, and adviez me wel for his saek -- and abuv all, for his daughter's -- his daughter's, mi deer Manette."

   "If I understand," sed th Doctor, in a subdued toen, "sum mental shok -- ?"

   "Yes!"

   "Be explisit," sed th Doctor. "Spair no deetael."

   Mr. Lory saw that thae understuud wun anuther, and proseeded.

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U expres it -- th miend. Th miend. It is th caes of a shok under which th suferer was born doun, wun cannot sae for how long, becauz I beleev he cannot calcuelaet th tiem himself, and thair ar no uther meens of geting at it. It is th caes of a shok frum which th suferer recuverd, bi a proses that he cannot traes himself -- as I wuns herd him publicly relaet in a strieking maner. It is th caes of a shok frum which he has recuverd, so compleetly, as to be a hiely intelijent man, caepabl of cloes aplicaeshun of miend, and graet exershun of body, and of constantly maeking fresh adishuns to his stok of nolej, which was allredy verry larj. But, unforchunetly, thair has bin," he pauzd and tuuk a deep breth -- "a sliet relaps."

   Th Doctor, in a lo vois, askt, "Of how long duraeshun?"

   "Nien daes and niets."

   "How did it sho itself? I infer," glansing at his hands agen, "in th rezumpshun of sum oeld persoot conected with th shok?"

   "That is th fact."

   "Now, did U ever see him," askt th Doctor, distinktly and collectedly, tho in th saem lo vois, "engaejd in that persoot orijinaly?"

   "Wuns."

   "And when th relaps fel on him, was he in moest respects -- or in all respects -- as he was then?"

   "I think in all respects."

   "U spoek of his dauter. Duz his dauter noe of th relaps?"

   "No. It has bin kept frum her, and I hoep wil allwaes be kept frum her. It is noen oenly to mieself, and to wun uther hoo mae be trusted."

   Th Doctor graspt his band, and mermerd, "That was verry kiend. That was verry thautful!" Mr. Lory graspt his hand in retern, and neether of th too spoek for a litl whiel.

   "Now, mi deer Manette," sed Mr. Lory, at length, in his moest consideret and moest afecshunet wae, "I am a meer man of biznes, and unfit to coep with such intriket and dificult maters. I do not pozes th kiend of informaeshun nesesairy; I do not pozes th kiend of intelijens; I wont gieding. Thair is no man in this werld on hoom I cuud so reli for riet giedans, as on U. Tel me, how duz this relaps cum about? Is thair daenjer of anuther? Cuud a repetishun of it be prevented? How shuud a repetishun of it be treeted? How duz it cum about at all? Whut can I do for mi frend? No man ever can hav bin mor dezierus in his hart to serv a frend, than I am to serv mien, if I nue how.


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But I don't noe how to orijinaet, in such a caes. If yur sagasity, nolej, and expeeryens, cuud puut me on th riet trak, I miet be aebl to do so much; unenlightened and undirected, I can do so litl. Prae discus it with me; prae enaebl me to see it a litl mor cleerly, and teech me how to be a litl mor uesful."

   Doctor Manette sat meditaeting after thees ernest werds wer spoeken, and Mr. Lory did not pres him.

   "I think it probabl," sed th Doctor, braeking sielens with an efort, "that th relaps U hav descriebd, mi deer frend, was not qiet unforseen bi its subject."

   "Was it dreded bi him?" Mr. Lory vencherd to ask.

   "Verry much." He sed it with an involuntairy shuder.

   "U hav no iedeea how such an aprehenshun waes on th sufferer's miend, and how dificult -- how allmoest imposibl -- it is, for him to fors himself to uter a werd upon th topic that oppresses him."

   "Wuud he," askt Mr. Lory, "be sensibly releevd if he cuud prevael upon himself to impart that seecret brooding to eny wun, when it is on him?"

   "I think so. But it is, as I hav toeld U, next to imposibl. I eeven beleev it -- in sum caeses -- to be qiet imposibl."

   "Now," sed Mr. Lory, jently laeing his hand on th Doctor's arm agen, after a short sielens on boeth sieds, "to whut wuud U refer this atak? "

   "I beleev," reternd Doctor Manette, "that thair had bin a strong and extraordinairy revieval of th traen of thaut and remembrans that was th ferst cauz of th malady. Sum intens asoesiaeshuns of a moest distresing naecher wer vividly recalld, I think. It is probabl that thair had long bin a dred lerking in his miend, that thoes asoesiaeshuns wuud be recalld -- sae, under serten sercumstanses -- sae, on a particuelar ocaezhun. He tried to prepair himself in vaen; perhaps th efort to prepair himself maed him les aebl to bair it."

   "Wuud he remember whut tuuk plaes in th relaps?" askt Mr. Lory, with nacheral hezitaeshun.

   Th Doctor luukt desoletly round th room, shuuk his hed, and anserd, in a lo vois, "Not at all."

   "Now, as to th fuecher," hinted Mr. Lory.

   "As to th fuecher," sed th Doctor, recuvering fermnes, "I shuud hav graet hoep. As it pleezd Heven in its mersy to restor him so soon, I shuud hav graet hoep. He, yeelding under th presher of a


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complicaeted sumthing, long dreded and long vaegly forseen and contended agenst, and recuvering after th cloud had berst and past, I shuud hoep that th werst was oever."

   "Wel, wel! That's guud cumfort. I am thankful!" sed Mr. Lory.

   "I am thankful!" repeeted th Doctor, bending his hed with reverens.

   "Thair ar too uther points," sed Mr. Lory, "on which I am ankshus to be instructed. I mae go on?"

   "U cannot do yur frend a beter servis." Th Doctor gaev him his hand.

   "To th ferst, then. He is of a stoodius habit, and unuezhualy enerjetic; he aplies himself with graet ardour to th aqizishun of profeshunal nolej, to th conducting of experriments, to meny things. Now, duz he do too much?"

   "I think not. It mae be th carracter of his miend, to be allwaes in singguelar need of ocuepaeshun. That mae be, in part, nacheral to it; in part, th rezult of aflicshun. Th les it was ocuepied with helthy things, th mor it wuud be in daenjer of terning in th unhelthy direcshun. He mae hav obzervd himself, and maed th discuvery."

   "U ar shur that he is not under too graet a straen?"

   "I think I am qiet shur of it."

   "Mi deer Manette, if he wer oeverwerkt now -- "

   "Mi deer Lory, I dout if that cuud eezily be. Thair has bin a vieolent stres in wun direcshun, and it needs a counterwaet."

   "Excues me, as a persistent man of biznes. Asooming for a moement, that he was oeverwerkt; it wuud sho itself in sum renueal of this disorder?"

   "I do not think so. I do not think," sed Doctor Manette with th fermnes of self-convicshun, "that enything but th wun traen of asoesiaeshun wuud renue it. I think that, hensforth, nuthing but sum extraordinairy jarring of that cord cuud renue it. After whut has hapend, and after his recuvery, I fiend it dificult to imajin eny such vieolent sounding of that string agen. I trust, and I allmoest beleev, that th sercumstanses liekly to renue it ar exausted."

   He spoek with th difidens of a man hoo nue how sliet a thing wuud overset th deliket organisation of th miend, and yet with th confidens of a man hoo had sloely wun his ashurans out of personal endurans and distres. It was not for his frend to abaet that confidens. He profest himself mor releevd and encurejd than he reealy was,


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and aproecht his second and last point. He felt it to be th moest dificult of all; but, remembering his oeld Sunday morning conversaeshun with Mis Pross, and remembering whut he had seen in th last nien daes, he nue that he must faes it.

   "Th ocuepaeshun rezoomd under th inflooens of this pasing aflicshun so hapily recuverd frum," sed Mr. Lory, cleering his throet, "we wil call -- Blacksmith's werk, Blacksmith's werk. We wil sae, to puut a caes and for th saek of ilustraeshun, that he had bin uezd, in his bad tiem, to werk at a litl forj. We wil sae that he was unexpectedly found at his forj agen. Is it not a pity that he shuud keep it bi him?"

   Th Doctor shaeded his forhed with his hand, and beet his fuut nervusly on th ground.

   "He has allwaes kept it bi him," sed Mr. Lory, with an ankshus luuk at his frend. "Now, wuud it not be beter that he shuud let it go?"

   Stil, th Doctor, with shaeded forhed, beet his fuut nervusly on th ground.

   "U do not fiend it eezy to adviez me?" sed Mr. Lory. "I qiet understand it to be a nies qeschun. And yet I think -- " And thair he shuuk his hed, and stopt.

   "U see," sed Doctor Manette, terning to him after an uneezy pauz, "it is verry hard to explaen, consistently, th inermoest werkings of this pur man's miend. He wuns yernd so frietfuly for that ocuepaeshun, and it was so welcum when it caem; no dout it releevd his paen so much, bi substitueting th perplexity of th finggers for th perplexity of th braen, and bi substitueting, as he becaem mor practist, th injenooity of th hands, for th injenooity of th mental torcher; that he has never bin aebl to bair th thaut of puuting it qiet out of his reech. Eeven now, when I beleev he is mor hoepful of himself than he has ever bin, and eeven speeks of himself with a kiend of confidens, th iedeea that he miet need that oeld emploiment, and not fiend it, givs him a suden sens of terror, liek that which wun mae fansy strieks to th hart of a lost chield."

   He luukt liek his ilustraeshun, as he raezd his ies to Mr. Lorry's faes.

   "But mae not -- miend! I ask for informaeshun, as a ploding man of biznes hoo oenly deels with such mateerial objects as guineas, shilings, and bank-noets -- mae not th retenshun of th thing involv th retenshun of th iedeea? If th thing wer gon, mi deer Manette, miet not th feer


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go with it? In short, is it not a conseshun to th misgiving, to keep th forj?"

   Thair was anuther sielens.

   "U see, too," sed th Doctor, tremuelusly, "it is such an oeld companyon."

   "I wuud not keep it," sed Mr. Lory, shaeking his hed; for he gaend in fermnes as he saw th Doctor disquieted. "I wuud recomend him to sacrifies it. I oenly wont yur authority. I am shur it duz no guud. Cum! Giv me yur authority, liek a deer guud man. For his daughter's saek, mi deer Manette!"

   Verry straenj to see whut a strugl thair was within him!

   "In her naem, then, let it be dun; I sankshun it. But, I wuud not taek it awae whiel he was prezent. Let it be remoovd when he is not thair; let him mis his oeld companyon after an absens."

   Mr. Lory redily engaejd for that, and th conferens was ended. Thae past th dae in th cuntry, and th Doctor was qiet restord. On th three foloeing daes he remaend perfectly wel, and on th forteenth dae he went awae to join Lucie and her huzband. Th precaushun that had bin taeken to acount for his sielens, Mr. Lory had preeviusly explaend to him, and he had riten to Lucie in acordans with it, and she had no suspishuns.

   On th niet of th dae on which he left th hous, Mr. Lory went into his room with a choper, saw, chizel, and hamer, atended bi Mis Pross carrying a liet. Thair, with cloezd dors, and in a misteerius and gilty maner, Mr. Lory hakt th shoemaker's bench to peeses, whiel Mis Pross held th candl as if she wer asisting at a merder -- for which, indeed, in her grimnes, she was no unsootabl figuer. Th berning of th body (preeviusly reduest to peeses conveenyunt for th perpos) was comenst without delae in th kichen fier; and th tools, shoos, and lether, wer berryd in th garden. So wiked do destrucshun and seecresy apeer to onest miends, that Mr. Lory and Mis Pross, whiel engaejd in th comishun of thair deed and in th remooval of its traeses, allmoest felt, and allmoest luukt, liek acomplises in a horribl criem.


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A PLEE

   WHEN th nuely-marryd pair caem hoem, th ferst person hoo apeerd, to offer his congratulations, was Sydney Carton. Thae had not bin at hoem meny ours, when he prezented himself. He was not improovd in habits, or in luuks, or in maner; but thair was a serten ruged air of fiedelity about him, which was nue to th obzervaeshun of Charles Darnay.

   He wocht his oportuenity of taeking Darnay asied into a windo, and of speeking to him when no wun oeverherd.

   "Mr. Darnay," sed Carton, "I wish we miet be frends."

   "We ar allredy frends, I hoep."

   "U ar guud enuf to sae so, as a fashun of speech; but, I don't meen eny fashun of speech. Indeed, when I sae I wish we miet be frends, I scairsly meen qiet that, eether."

   Charles Darnay -- as was nacheral -- askt him, in all guud-huemor and guud-feloeship, whut he did meen?

   "Upon mi lief," sed Carton, smieling, "I fiend that eezyer to comprehend in mi oen miend, than to convae to yurs. However, let me tri. U remember a serten faemus ocaezhun when I was mor drunk than -- than uezhual?"

   "I remember a serten faemus ocaezhun when U forst me to confes that U had bin drinking."

   "I remember it too. Th curs of thoes ocaezhuns is hevy upon me, for I allwaes remember them. I hoep it mae be taeken into acount wun dae, when all daes ar at an end for me! Don't be alarmd; I am not going to preech."


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   "I am not at all alarmd. Ernestnes in U, is enything but alarming to me."

   "Aa!" sed Carton, with a cairles waev of his hand, as if he waevd that awae. "On th drunken ocaezhun in qeschun (wun of a larj number, as U noe), I was insuferabl about lieking U, and not lieking U. I wish U wuud forget it."

   "I forgot it long ago."

   "Fashun of speech agen! But, Mr. Darnay, oblivion is not so eezy to me, as U reprezent it to be to U. I hav bi no meens forgoten it, and a liet anser duz not help me to forget it."

   "If it was a liet anser," reternd Darnay, "I beg yur forgivnes for it. I had no uther object than to tern a sliet thing, which, to mi serpriez, seems to trubl U too much, asied. I declair to U, on th faeth of a jentlman, that I hav long dismist it frum mi miend. Guud Heven, whut was thair to dismis! Hav I had nuthing mor important to remember, in th graet servis U renderd me that dae?"

   "As to th graet servis," sed Carton, "I am bound to avow to U, when U speek of it in that wae, that it was meer profeshunal claptrap, I don't noe that I caird whut becaem of U, when I renderd it. -- Miend! I sae when I renderd it; I am speeking of th past."

   "U maek liet of th obligaeshun," reternd Darnay, "but I wil not qorrel with yur liet anser."

   "Jenuein trooth, Mr. Darnay, trust me! I hav gon asied frum mi perpos; I was speeking about our being frends. Now, U noe me; U noe I am incaepabl of all th hieer and beter fliets of men. If U dout it, ask Stryver, and he'l tel U so."

   "I prefer to form mi oen opinyon, without th aed of his."

   "Wel! At eny raet U noe me as a disoloot daug, hoo has never dun eny guud, and never wil."

   "I don't noe that U 'never wil.'"

   "But I do, and U must taek mi werd for it. Wel! If U cuud endur to hav such a werthles felo, and a felo of such indiferent repuetaeshun, cuming and going at od tiems, I shuud ask that I miet be permited to cum and go as a privilejd person heer; that I miet be regarded as an uesles (and I wuud ad, if it wer not for th rezemblans I detected between U and me, an unornamental) pees of fernicher, toleraeted for its oeld servis, and taeken no noetis of. I dout if I shuud abuez th permishun. It is a hundred to wun if I shuud avael mieself


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of it foer tiems in a yeer. It wuud satisfi me, I dair sae, to noe that I had it."

   "Wil U tri?"

   "That is anuther wae of saeing that I am plaest on th fuuting I hav indicaeted. I thank U, Darnay. I mae uez that freedom with yur naem?"

   "I think so, Carton, bi this tiem."

   Thae shuuk hands upon it, and Sydney ternd awae. Within a minit afterwards, he was, to all outward apeerans, as unsubstantial as ever.

   When he was gon, and in th cors of an eevning past with Mis Pross, th Doctor, and Mr. Lory, Charles Darnay maed sum menshun of this conversaeshun in jeneral terms, and spoek of Sydney Carton as a problem of cairlesnes and reklesnes. He spoek of him, in short, not biterly or meening to bair hard upon him, but as enybody miet hoo saw him as he shoed himself.

   He had no iedeea that this cuud dwel in th thauts of his fair yung wief; but, when he afterwards joind her in thair oen rooms, he found her waeting for him with th oeld prity lifting of th forhed strongly markt.

   "We ar thautful to-niet!" sed Darnay, drawing his arm about her.

   "Yes, deerest Charles," with her hands on his brest, and th inqiering and atentiv expreshun fixt upon him; "we ar rather thautful to- niet, for we hav sumthing on our miend to-niet."

   "Whut is it, mi Lucie?"

   "Wil U promis not to pres wun qeschun on me, if I beg U not to ask it?"

   "Wil I promis? Whut wil I not promis to mi Luv?"

   Whut, indeed, with his hand puuting asied th goelden hair frum th cheek, and his uther hand agenst th hart that beet for him!

   "I think, Charles, pur Mr. Carton dezervs mor consideraeshun and respect than U exprest for him to-niet."

   "Indeed, mi oen? Whi so?"

   "That is whut U ar not to ask me. But I think -- I noe -- he duz."

   "If U noe it, it is enuf. N"at wuud U hav me do, mi Lief?"

   "I wuud ask U, deerest, to be verry jenerus with him allwaes, and verry leenyent on his fallts when he is not bi. I wuud ask U to beleev that he has a hart he verry, verry seldom reveels, and that thair ar deep woonds in it. Mi deer, I hav seen it bleeding."

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"that I shuud hav dun him eny rong. I never thaut this of him."

   "Mi huzband, it is so. I feer he is not to be reclaemd; thair is scairsly a hoep that enything in his carracter or forchuns is reparable now. But, I am shur that he is caepabl of guud things, jentl things, eeven magnanimus things."

   She luukt so buetyful in th puerity of her faeth in this lost man, that her huzband cuud hav luukt at her as she was for ours.

   "And, O mi deerest Luv!" she erjd, clinging neerer to him, laeing her hed upon his brest, and raezing her ies to his, "remember how strong we ar in our hapynes, and how weak he is in his mizery!"

   Th suplicaeshun tucht him hoem. "I wil allwaes remember it, deer Hart! I wil remember it as long as I liv."

   He bent oever th goelden hed, and puut th roezy lips to his, and foelded her in his arms. If wun forlorn waanderer then paesing th dark streets, cuud hav herd her inosent discloezher, and cuud hav seen th drops of pity kist awae bi her huzband frum th sofft bloo ies so luving of that huzband, he miet hav cried to th niet -- and th werds wuud not hav parted frum his lips for th ferst tiem --

   "God bles her for her sweet compashun!"

EKOEING FUUTSTEPS

   A WUNDERFUL CORNER for ekoes, it has bin remarkt, that corner wherr th Doctor livd. Ever bizily wiending th goelden thred which bound her huzband, and her faather, and herself, and her oeld directress


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and companyon, in a lief of qieet blis, Lucie sat in th stil hous in th tranquilly rezounding corner, lisening to th ekoeing fuutsteps of yeers.

   At ferst, thair wer tiems, tho she was a perfectly hapy yung wief, when her werk wuud sloely fall frum her hands, and her ies wuud be dimd. For, thair was sumthing cuming in th ekoes, sumthing liet, afar off, and scairsly audibl yet, that sterd her hart too much. Flutering hoeps and douts -- hoeps, of a luv as yet unnoen to her: douts, of her remaening upon erth, to enjoi that nue deliet -- divieded her brest. Amung th ekoes then, thair wuud ariez th sound of fuutsteps at her oen erly graev; and thauts of th huzband hoo wuud be left so desolet, and hoo wuud morn for her so much, sweld to her ies, and broek liek waevs.

   That tiem past, and her litl Lucie lae on her buuzom. Then, amung th advansing ekoes, thair was th tred of her tieny feet and th sound of her pratling werds. Let graeter ekoes rezound as thae wuud, th yung muther at th craedl sied cuud allwaes heer thoes cuming. Thae caem, and th shaedy hous was suny with a child's laf, and th Divien frend of children, to hoom in her trubl she had confieded hers, seemd to taek her chield in his arms, as He tuuk th chield of oeld, and maed it a saecred joi to her.

   Ever bizily wiending th goelden thred that bound them all together, weeving th servis of her hapy inflooens thru th tishoo of all thair lievs, and maeking it predominaet noewherr, Lucie herd in th ekoes of yeers nun but frendly and soothing sounds. Her husband's step was strong and prosperus amung them; her father's ferm and eeqal. Lo, Mis Pross, in harnes of string, awaekening th ekoes, as an unrooly charger, whip-corected, snorting and pawing th erth under th plaen-tree in th garden!

   Eeven when thair wer sounds of sorro amung th rest, thae wer not harsh nor crooel. Eeven when goelden hair, liek her oen, lae in a haelo on a pilo round th worn faes of a litl boi, and he sed, with a raediant smiel, "Deer paapa and maama, I am verry sorry to leev U boeth, and to leev mi prity sister; but I am calld, and I must go!" thoes wer not teers all of agony that wetted his yung mother's cheek, as th spirit departed frum her embraes that had bin entrusted to it. Sufer them and forbid them not. Thae see mi Father's faes. O Faather, blesed werds!

   Thus, th rusling of an Angel's wings got blended with th uther ekoes, and thae wer not hoely of erth, but had in them that breth of Heven. Sies of th winds that bloo oever a litl garden-toom wer


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minggld with them allso, and boeth wer audibl to Lucie, in a husht mermer -- liek th breething of a sumer see asleep upon a sandy shor -- as th litl Lucie, comicaly stoodius at th task of th morning, or dresing a dol at her mother's fuutstool, chaterd in th tungs of th Too Sitys that wer blended in her lief.

   Th Ekoes rairly anserd to th akchual tred of Sydney Carton. Sum haf-duzen tiems a yeer, at moest, he claemd his privilej of cuming in uninvieted, and wuud sit amung them thru th eevning, as he had wuns dun offen. He never caem thair heeted with wien. And wun uther thing regarding him was whisperd in th ekoes, which has bin whisperd bi all troo ekoes for aejes and aejes.

   No man ever reealy luvd a wuuman, lost her, and nue her with a blaemles tho an unchaenjd miend, when she was a wief and a muther, but her children had a straenj simpathy with him -- an instinktiv delicasy of pity for him. Whut fien hiden sensibilitys ar tucht in such a caes, no ekoes tel; but it is so, and it was so heer. Carton was th ferst straenjer to hoom litl Lucie held out her chuby arms, and he kept his plaes with her as she groo. Th litl boi had spoeken of him, allmoest at th last. "Pur Carton! Kis him for me!"

   Mr. Stryver shoelderd his wae thru th law, liek sum graet enjin forsing itself thru turbid wauter, and dragd his uesful frend in his waek, liek a boet toed astern. As th boet so favoured is uezhualy in a ruf pliet, and moestly under wauter, so, Sydney had a swompt lief of it. But, eezy and strong custom, unhapily so much eezyer and strongger in him than eny stimuelaeting sens of dezert or disgraes, maed it th lief he was to leed; and he no mor thaut of emerjing frum his staet of lion's jakal, than eny reeal jakal mae be supoezd to think of riezing to be a lieon. Stryver was rich; had marryd a florid wido with property and three bois, hoo had nuthing particuelarly shiening about them but th straet hair of thair dumpling heds.

   Thees three yung jentlmen, Mr. Stryver, exuding paetronej of th moest ofensiv qolity frum evry por, had waukt befor him liek three sheep to th qieet corner in Soho, and had offerd as puepils to Lucie's huzband: deliketly saeing "Halloa! heer ar three lumps of bred-and- cheez tords yur matrimoenial picnik, Darnay!" Th poliet rejecshun of th three lumps of bred-and-cheez had qiet bloeted Mr. Stryver with indignaeshun, which he afterwards ternd to acount in th traening of th yung jentlmen, bi directing them to bewair of th pried of Begars, liek that tuetor-felo. He was allso in th habit of declaiming to


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Mrs. Stryver, oever his fuul-bodyd wien, on th arts Mrs. Darnay had wuns puut in practis to "cach" him, and on th diemond-cut-diemond arts in himself, madam, which had renderd him "not to be caut." Sum of his King's Bench familiars, hoo wer ocaezhunaly partys to th fuul-bodyd wien and th lie, excuezd him for th later bi saeing that he had toeld it so offen, that he beleevd it himself -- which is shurly such an incorijibl agravaeshun of an orijinaly bad ofens, as to justifi eny such offender's being carryd off to sum sootably retierd spot, and thair hangd out of th wae.

   Thees wer amung th ekoes to which Lucie, sumtiems pensiv, sumtiems amuezd and lafing, lisend in th ekoeing corner, until her litl dauter was six yeers oeld. How neer to her hart th ekoes of her child's tred caem, and thoes of her oen deer father's, allwaes activ and self-pozest, and thoes of her deer husband's, need not be toeld. Nor, how th lietest eko of thair uenieted hoem, directed bi herself with such a wiez and elegant thrift that it was mor abundant than eny waest, was muezic to her. Nor, how thair wer ekoes all about her, sweet in her eers, of th meny tiems her faather had toeld her that he found her mor devoeted to him marryd (if that cuud be) than singgl, and of th meny tiems her huzband had sed to her that no cairs and duetys seemd to divied her luv for him or her help to him, and askt her "Whut is th majic seecret, mi darling, of yur being evrything to all of us, as if thair wer oenly wun of us, yet never seeming to be heryd, or to hav too much to do?"

   But, thair wer uther ekoes, frum a distans, that rumbld menisingly in th corner all thru this spaes of tiem. And it was now, about litl Lucie's sixth berthdae, that thae began to hav an auful sound, as of a graet storm in France with a dredful see riezing.

   On a niet in mid-July, wun thouzand seven hundred and aety-nien, Mr. Lory caem in laet, frum Tellson's, and sat himself doun bi Lucie and her huzband in th dark windo. It was a hot, wield niet, and thae wer all three remiended of th oeld Sunday niet when thae had luukt at th lietning frum th saem plaes.

   "I began to think," sed Mr. Lory, puushing his broun wig bak, "that I shuud hav to pas th niet at Tellson's. We hav bin so fuul of biznes all dae, that we hav not noen whut to do ferst, or which wae to tern. Thair is such an uneezynes in Paris, that we hav akchualy a run of confidens upon us! Our customers oever thair, seem not to be aebl to confied thair property to us fast enuf. Thair is pozitivly a maenia amung sum of them for sending it to England."


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   "That has a bad luuk," sed Darnay --

   "A bad luuk, U sae, mi deer Darnay? Yes, but we don't noe whut reezon thair is in it. Peepl ar so unreezonabl! Sum of us at Tellson's ar geting oeld, and we reealy can't be trubld out of th ordinairy cors without due ocaezhun."

   "Stil," sed Darnay, "U noe how gloomy and thretening th skie is."

   "I noe that, to be shur," asented Mr. Lory, trieing to perswaed himself that his sweet temper was soured, and that he grumbld, "but I am determind to be peevish after mi long day's botheration. Wherr is Manette?"

   "Heer he is," sed th Doctor, entering th dark room at th moement.

   "I am qiet glad U ar at hoem; for thees hurries and forebodings bi which I hav bin serounded all dae long, hav maed me nervus without reezon. U ar not going out, I hoep?"

   "No; I am going to plae bakgamon with U, if U liek," sed th Doctor.

   "I don't think I do liek, if I mae speek mi miend. I am not fit to be pitted agenst U to-niet. Is th teaboard stil thair, Lucie? I can't see."

   "Of cors, it has bin kept for U."

   "Thank ye, mi deer. Th preshus chield is saef in bed?"

   "And sleeping soundly."

   "That's riet; all saef and wel! I don't noe whi enything shuud be utherwiez than saef and wel heer, thank God; but I hav bin so puut out all dae, and I am not as yung as I was! Mi tee, mi deer! Thank ye. Now, cum and taek yur plaes in th sercl, and let us sit qieet, and heer th ekoes about which U hav yur theeory."

   "Not a theeory; it was a fansy."

   "A fansy, then, mi wiez pet," sed Mr. Lory, pating her hand. "Thae ar verry nuemerus and verry loud, tho, ar thae not? Oenly heer them!"

   Hedlong, mad, and daenjerus fuutsteps to fors thair wae into anybody's lief, fuutsteps not eezily maed cleen agen if wuns staend red, th fuutsteps raejing in Saent Antoine afar off, as th litl sercl sat in th dark London windo.

   Saent Antoine had bin, that morning, a vast dusky mas of scaircroes heeving to and fro, with freeqent gleams of liet abuv th biloey heds, wherr steel blaeds and baeonets shoen in th sun. A tremendus ror aroez frum th throet of Saent Antoine, and a forest of naeked arms


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strugld in th air liek shrivelled branches of trees in a winter wind: all th finggers convulsivly cluching at evry wepon or semblans of a wepon that was throen up frum th depths belo, no mater how far off.

   Hoo gaev them out, whens thae last caem, wherr thae began, thru whut aejensy thae crookedly qiverd and jerkt, scors at a tiem, oever th heds of th croud, liek a kiend of lietning, no ie in th throng cuud hav toeld; but, muskets wer being distribueted -- so wer cartrijes, pouder, and ball, bars of ieern and wuud, nievs, axes, pieks, evry wepon that distracted injenooity cuud discuver or deviez. Peepl hoo cuud lae hoeld of nuthing els, set themselvs with bleeding hands to fors stoens and briks out of thair plaeses in walls. Evry puls and hart in Saent Antoine was on hi-feever straen and at hi-feever heet. Evry living creecher thair held lief as of no acount, and was demented with a pashunet redynes to sacrifies it.

   As a wherlpool of boiling wauters has a senter point, so, all this raejing sercld round Defarge's wien-shop, and evry hueman drop in th calldron had a tendensy to be sukt tords th vortex wherr Defarge himself, allredy begrimed with gunpouder and swet, ishood orders, ishood arms, thrust this man bak, dragd this man forward, disarmd wun to arm anuther, laboured and stroev in th thikest of th upror.

   "Keep neer to me, Jacques Three," cried Defarge; "and do U, Jacques Wun and Too, separaet and puut yurselvs at th hed of as meny of thees paetriots as U can. Wherr is mi wief?"

   "Eh, wel! Heer U see me!" sed madame, compoezd as ever, but not niting to-dae. Madame's rezoloot riet hand was ocuepied with an ax, in plaes of th uezhual soffter implements, and in her gerdl wer a pistol and a crooel nief.

   "Wherr do U go, mi wief?"

   "I go," sed madame, "with U at prezent. U shal see me at th hed of wimen, bi-and-bi."

   "Cum, then!" cried Defarge, in a rezounding vois. "Paetriots and frends, we ar redy! Th Bastille!"

   With a ror that sounded as if all th breth in France had bin shaept into th detested werd, th living see roez, waev on waev, depth on depth, and oeverfloed th sity to that point. Alarm-bels ringing, drums beeting, th see raejing and thundering on its nue beech, th atak began.

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smoek -- in th fier and in th smoek, for th see cast him up agenst a canon, and on th instant he becaem a cannonier -- Defarge of th wien- shop werkt liek a manful soeljer, Too feers ours.

   Deep dich, singgl drawbrij, masiv stoen walls, aet graet towers, canon, muskets, fier and smoek. Wun drawbrij doun! "Werk, comrads all, werk! Werk, Jacques Wun, Jacques Too, Jacques Wun Thouzand, Jacques Too Thouzand, Jacques Fiev-and-Twenty Thouzand; in th naem of all th Aenjels or th Devils -- which U prefer -- werk!" Thus Defarge of th wien-shop, stil at his gun, which had long goun hot.

   "To me, wimen!" cried madame his wief. "Whut! We can kil as wel as th men when th plaes is taeken!" And to her, with a shril thersty cri, trooping wimen vairiusly armd, but all armd aej in hungger and revenj.

   Canon, muskets, fier and smoek; but, stil th deep dich, th singgl drawbrij, th masiv stoen waels, and th aet graet towers. Sliet displacements of th raejing see, maed bi th falling woonded. Flashing wepons, blaezing torches, smoeking waggonloads of wet straw, hard werk at neighbouring barricaeds in all direcshuns, shrieks, volys, execrations, braevery without stint, boom smash and ratl, and th fuerius sounding of th living see; but, stil th deep dich, and th singgl drawbrij, and th masiv stoen walls, and th aet graet towers, and stil Defarge of th wien-shop at his gun, groen dubly hot bi th servis of Foer feers ours.

   A whiet flag frum within th fortres, and a parly -- this dimly perseptibl thru th raejing storm, nuthing audibl in it -- sudenly th see roez imezherably wieder and hieer, and swept Defarge of th wien-shop oever th loeerd drawbrij, past th masiv stoen outer walls, in amung th aet graet towers serenderd!

   So resistless was th fors of th oeshan bairing him on, that eeven to draw his breth or tern his hed was as impracticabl as if he had bin strugling in th serf at th South See, until he was landed in th outer cort-yard of th Bastille. Thair, agenst an anggl of a wall, he maed a strugl to luuk about him. Jacques Three was neerly at his sied; Madame Defarge, stil heding sum of her wimen, was vizibl in th iner distans, and her nief was in her hand. Evrywhair was toomult, exultaeshun, defening and manieacal bewilderment, astounding noiz, yet fuerius dum-sho.

   "Th Prizoners!"

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   "Th seecret sels!"

   "Th instruments of torcher!"

   "Th Prizoners!"

   Of all thees cries, and ten thouzand incoherences, "Th Prizoners!" was th cri moest taeken up bi th see that rusht in, as if thair wer an eternity of peepl, as wel as of tiem and spaes. When th formoest biloes roeld past, bairing th prizon offisers with them, and thretening them all with instant deth if eny seecret nuuk remaend undiscloezd, Defarge laed his strong hand on th brest of wun of thees men -- a man with a grae hed, hoo had a lieted torch in his hand -- separaeted him frum th rest, and got him between himself and th wall.

   "Sho me th North Tower!" sed Defarge. "Qik!"

   "I wil faethfuly," replied th man, "if U wil cum with me. But thair is no wun thair."

   "Whut is th meening of Wun Hundred and Fiev, North Tower?" askt Defarge. "Qik!"

   "Th meening, monsieur?"

   "Duz it meen a captiv, or a plaes of captivity? Or do U meen that I shal striek U ded?"

   "Kil him!" croekt Jacques Three, hoo had cum cloez up.

   "Monsieur, it is a sel."

   "Sho it me!"

   "Pas this wae, then."

   Jacques Three, with his uezhual craeving on him, and evidently disapointed bi th diealog taeking a tern that did not seem to promis bludshed, held bi Defarge's arm as he held bi th turnkey's. Thair three heds had bin cloes together during this breef discors, and it had bin as much as thae cuud do to heer wun anuther, eeven then: so tremendus was th noiz of th living oeshan, in its irupshun into th Fortres, and its inundaeshun of th corts and pasejes and staircaeses. All around outsied, too, it beet th walls with a deep, hors ror, frum which, ocaezhunaly, sum parshal shouts of toomult broek and leept into th air liek sprae.

   Thru gloomy vallts wherr th liet of dae had never shoen, past hidius dors of dark dens and caejes, doun cavernus fliets of steps, and agen up steep ruged ascents of stoen and brik, mor liek dri wauterfalls than staircaeses, Defarge, th ternkee, and Jacques Three, linkt hand and arm, went with all th speed thae cuud maek. Heer and thair, espeshaly at ferst, th inundaeshun started on them and swept bi; but when


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thae had dun desending, and wer wiending and clieming up a tower, thae wer aloen. Hemd in heer bi th masiv thiknes of walls and arches, th storm within th fortres and without was oenly audibl to them in a dul, subdued wae, as if th noiz out of which thae had cum had allmoest destroid thair sens of heering.

   Th ternkee stopt at a lo dor, puut a kee in a clashing lok, swung th dor sloely oepen, and sed, as thae all bent thair heds and past in:

   "Wun hundred and fiev, North Tower!"

   Thair was a small, hevily-graeted, unglaezd windo hi in th wall, with a stoen screen befor it, so that th skie cuud be oenly seen bi stooping lo and luuking up. Thair was a small chimny, hevily bard across, a fue feet within. Thair was a heep of oeld fethery wuud-ashes on th harth. Thair was a stool, and taebl, and a straw bed. Thair wer th foer blakend walls, and a rusted ieern ring in wun of them.

   "Pas that torch sloely along thees walls, that I mae see them," sed Defarge to th ternkee.

   Th man oebaed, and Defarge foloed th liet cloesly with his ies.

   "Stop! -- Luuk heer, Jacques!"

   "A. M.!" croekt Jacques Three, as he reed greedily.

   "Alexandre Manette," sed Defarge in his eer, foloeing th leters with his swart forfingger, deeply engrained with gunpouder. "And heer he roet 'a pur fizishan.' And it was he, without dout, hoo scracht a calendar on this stoen. Whut is that in yur hand? A croebar? Giv it me!"

   He had stil th linstock of his gun in his oen hand. He maed a suden exchaenj of th too instruments, and terning on th werm-eeten stool and taebl, beet them to peeses in a fue bloes.

   "Hoeld th liet hieer!" he sed, wrathfully, to th ternkee. "Luuk amung thoes fragments with cair, Jacques. And see! Heer is mi nief," throeing it to him; "rip oepen that bed, and serch th straw. Hoeld th liet hieer, U!"

   With a menising luuk at th ternkee he cralld upon th harth, and, peering up th chimny, struk and prised at its sieds with th croebar, and werkt at th ieern graeting across it. In a fue minits, sum mortar and dust caem droping doun, which he averted his faes to avoid; and in it, and in th oeld wuud-ashes, and in a crevis in th chimny into which his wepon had slipt or raut itself, he groept with a caushus tuch.


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   "Nuthing in th wuud, and nuthing in th straw, Jacques?"

   "Nuthing."

   "Let us colect them together, in th midl of th sel. So! Liet them, U!"

   Th ternkee fierd th litl piel, which blaezd hi and hot. Stooping agen to cum out at th lo-archt dor, thae left it berning, and re-traest thair wae to th cort-yard; seeming to recuver thair sens of heering as thae caem doun, until thae wer in th raejing flud wuns mor.

   Thae found it serjing and tossing, in qest of Defarge himself. Saent Antoine was clamorus to hav its wien-shop keeper formoest in th gard upon th guvernor hoo had defended th Bastille and shot th peepl. Utherwiez, th guvernor wuud not be marcht to th Hoetel de Ville for jujment. Utherwiez, th guvernor wuud escaep, and th people's blud (sudenly of sum value, after meny yeers of werthlesnes) be unavenged.

   In th houling uenivers of pashun and contenshun that seemd to encompas this grim oeld offiser conspicueus in his grae coet and red decoraeshun, thair was but wun qiet stedy figuer, and that was a woman's. "See, thair is mi huzband!" she cried, pointing him out. "See Defarge!" She stuud imoovabl cloes to th graen oeld offiser, and remaend imoovabl cloes to him; remaend imoovabl cloes to him thru th streets, as Defarge and th rest bor him along; remaend imoovabl cloes to him when he was got neer his destinaeshun, and began to be struk at frum behiend; remaend imoovabl cloes to him when th long-gathering raen of stabs and bloes fel hevy; was so cloes to him when he dropt ded under it, that, sudenly animaeted, she puut her fuut upon his nek, and with her crooel nief -- long redy -- hued off his hed.

   Th our was cum, when Saent Antoine was to execuet his horribl iedeea of hoisting up men for lamps to sho whut he cuud be and do. Saent Antoine's blud was up, and th blud of tirany and dominaeshun bi th ieern hand was doun -- doun on th steps of th Hoetel de Ville wherr th governor's body lae -- doun on th soel of th shoo of Madame Defarge wherr she had trodden on th body to stedy it for muetilaeshun. "Loeer th lamp yonder!" cried Saent Antoine, after glairing round for a nue meens of deth; "heer is wun of his soeljers to be left on gard!" Th swinging sentinel was poested, and th see rusht on.

   Th see of blak and thretening wauters, and of destructiv upheaving of waev agenst waev, hoos depths wer yet unfathomed and hoos forses wer yet unnoen. Th remorsles see of turbulently swaeing


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shaeps, voises of vengeance, and faeses hardend in th fernises of sufering until th tuch of pity cuud maek no mark on them.

   But, in th oeshan of faeses wherr evry feers and fuerius expreshun was in vivid lief, thair wer too groops of faeses -- eech seven in number -- so fixedly contrasting with th rest, that never did see roel which bor mor memorabl reks with it. Seven faeses of prizoners, sudenly releest bi th storm that had berst thair toom, wer carryd hi oeverhed: all scaird, all lost, all wundering and amaezd, as if th Last Dae wer cum, and thoes hoo rejoist around them wer lost spirits. Uther seven faeses thair wer, carryd hieer, seven ded faeses, hoos drooping ielids and haf-seen ies awaeted th Last Dae. Impasiv faeses, yet with a suspended -- not an abolisht -- expreshun on them; faeses, rather, in a feerful pauz, as having yet to raez th dropt lids of th ies, and bair witnes with th bludles lips, "THOW DIDST IT!"

   Seven prizoners releest, seven gory heds on pieks, th kees of th acurst fortres of th aet strong towers, sum discuverd leters and uther memorials of prizoners of oeld tiem, long ded of broeken harts, -- such, and such-liek, th loudly ekoeing fuutsteps of Saent Antoine escort thru th Paris streets in mid-July, wun thouzand seven hundred and aety-nien. Now, Heven defeet th fansy of Lucie Darnay, and keep thees feet far out of her lief! For, thae ar hedlong, mad, and daenjerus; and in th yeers so long after th braeking of th cask at Defarge's wien-shop dor, thae ar not eezily puerified when wuns staend red.


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TH SEE STIL RIEZES

   HAGARD SAENT ANTOINE had had oenly wun exultant week, in which to soffen his modicum of hard and biter bred to such extent as he cuud, with th relish of fraternal embraeses and congratulations, when Madame Defarge sat at her counter, as uezhual, prezieding oever th customers. Madame Defarge wor no roez in her hed, for th graet brutherhuud of Spies had becum, eeven in wun short week, extreemly chary of trusting themselvs to th saint's mercies. Th lamps across his streets had a portentously elastic swing with them.

   Madame Defarge, with her arms foelded, sat in th morning liet and heet, contemplaeting th wien-shop and th street. In boeth, thair wer several nots of loungers, sqolid and mizerabl, but now with a manifest sens of power enthroned on thair distres. Th raggedest nightcap, ari on th wretchedest hed, had this cruuked significans in it: "I noe how hard it has groen for me, th wearer of this, to suport lief in mieself; but do U noe how eezy it has groen for me, th wearer of this, to destroi lief in U?" Evry leen bair arm, that bad bin without werk befor, had this werk allwaes redy for it now, that it cuud striek. Th finggers of th niting wimen wer vishus, with th expeeryens that thae cuud tair. Thair was a chaenj in th apeerans of Saent Antoine; th imej had bin hammering into this for hundreds of yeers, and th last finishing bloes had toeld mietily on th expreshun.

   Madame Defarge sat obzerving it, with such suprest aprooval as was to be dezierd in th leeder of th Saent Antoine wimen. Wun of her sisterhood nited besied her. Th short, rather plump wief of a starvd


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groeser, and th muther of too children withal, this lootenant had allredy ernd th complimentery naem of Th Vengeance.

   "Hark!" sed Th Vengeance. "Lisen, then! Hoo cums?"

   As if a traen of pouder laed frum th outermoest bound of Saent Antoine Qorter to th wien-shop dor, had bin sudenly fierd, a fast-spreding mermer caem rushing along.

   "It is Defarge," sed madame. "Sielens, paetriots!"

   Defarge caem in brethles, puuld off a red cap he wor, and luukt around him! "Lisen, evrywhair!" sed madame agen. "Lisen to him!" Defarge stuud, panting, agenst a bakground of eeger ies and oepen mouths, formd outsied th dor; all thoes within th wien-shop had sprung to thair feet.

   "Sae then, mi huzband. Whut is it?"

   "Nues frum th uther werld!"

   "How, then?" cried madame, contempchuosly. "Th uther werld?"

   "Duz evrybody heer recall oeld Foulon, hoo toeld th famished peepl that thae miet eet gras, and hoo died, and went to Hel?"

   "Evrybody!" frum all throets.

   "Th nues is of him. He is amung us!"

   "Amung us!" frum th ueniversal throet agen. "And ded?"

   "Not ded! He feerd us so much -- and with reezon -- that he cauzd himself to be reprezented as ded, and had a grand mok-fueneral. But thae hav found him aliev, hieding in th cuntry, and hav braut him in. I hav seen him but now, on his wae to th Hoetel de Ville, a prizoner. I hav sed that he had reezon to feer us. Sae all! Had he reezon?"

   Reched oeld siner of mor than threescor yeers and ten, if he had never noen it yet, he wuud hav noen it in his hart of harts if he cuud hav herd th ansering cri.

   A moement of profound sielens foloed. Defarge and his wief luukt stedfastly at wun anuther. Th Vengeance stoopt, and th jar of a drum was herd as she moovd it at her feet behiend th counter.

   "Paetriots!" sed Defarge, in a determind vois, "ar we redy?"

   Instantly Madame Defarge's nief was in her gerdl; th drum was beeting in th streets, as if it and a drumer had floen together bi majic; and Th Vengeance, utering terific shrieks, and flinging her arms about her hed liek all th forty Furies at wuns, was tairing frum hous to hous, rouzing th wimen.

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doun into th streets; but, th wimen wer a siet to chil th boeldest. Frum such hous-hoeld ocuepaeshuns as thair bair poverty yeelded, frum thair children, frum thair aejed and thair sik crouching on th bair ground famished and naeked, thae ran out with streeming hair, erjing wun anuther, and themselvs, to madnes with th wieldest cries and acshuns. Vilan Foulon taeken, mi sister! Oeld Foulon taeken, mi muther! Miscriant Foulon taeken, mi dauter! Then, a scor of uthers ran into th midst of thees, beeting thair brests, tairing thair hair, and screeming, Foulon aliev! Foulon hoo toeld th starving peepl thae miet eet gras! Foulon hoo toeld mi oeld faather that he miet eet gras, when I had no bred to giv him! Foulon hoo toeld mi baeby it miet suk gras, when thees brests wherr dri with wont! O muther of God, this Foulon! O Heven our sufering! Heer me, mi ded baeby and mi witherd faather: I swair on mi nees, on thees stoens, to avenj U on Foulon! Huzbands, and bruthers, and yung men, Giv us th blud of Foulon, Giv us th hed of Foulon, Giv us th hart of Foulon, Giv us th body and soel of Foulon, Rend Foulon to peeses, and dig him into th ground, that gras mae gro frum him! With thees cries, numbers of th wimen, lasht into bliend frenzy, wherld about, strieking and tairing at thair oen frends until thae dropt into a pashunet swoon, and wer oenly saevd bi th men belonging to them frum being trampld under fuut.

   Nevertheles, not a moement was lost; not a moement! This Foulon was at th Hoetel de Ville, and miet be loosed. Never, if Saent Antoine nue his oen suferings, insults, and rongs! Armd men and wimen flokt out of th Qorter so fast, and droo eeven thees last dregs after them with such a fors of sucshun, that within a qorter of an our thair was not a hueman creecher in Saent Antoine's buuzom but a fue oeld crones and th waeling children.

   No. Thae wer all bi that tiem choeking th Hall of Examinaeshun wherr this oeld man, ugly and wiked, was, and oeverfloeing into th ajaesent oepen spaes and streets. Th Defarges, huzband and wief, Th Vengeance, and Jacques Three, wer in th ferst pres, and at no graet distans frum him in th Hall.

   "See!" cried madame, pointing with her nief. "See th oeld vilan bound with roeps. That was wel dun to ti a bunch of gras upon his bak. Haa, haa! That was wel dun. Let him eet it now!" Madame puut her nief under her arm, and clapt her hands as at a plae.

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to uthers, and thoes to uthers, th neighbouring streets rezounded with th claping of hands. Similarly, during too or three ours of drall, and th winnowing of meny buushels of werds, Madame Defarge's freeqent expreshuns of impaeshens wer taeken up, with marvellous qiknes, at a distans: th mor redily, becauz serten men hoo had bi sum wunderful exersiez of ajility cliemd up th external arkitekcher to luuk in frum th windoes, nue Madame Defarge wel, and acted as a telegraf between her and th croud outsied th bilding.

   At length th sun roez so hi that it struk a kiendly rae as of hoep or protecshun, directly doun upon th oeld prisoner's hed. Th faevor was too much to bair; in an instant th barryer of dust and chaf that had stuud serpriezingly long, went to th winds, and Saent Antoine had got him!

   It was noen directly, to th furthest confiens of th croud. Defarge had but sprung oever a raeling and a taebl, and foelded th mizerabl rech in a dedly embraes -- Madame Defarge had but foloed and ternd her hand in wun of th roeps with which he was tied -- Th Vengeance and Jacques Three wer not yet up with them, and th men at th windoes had not yet swoopt into th Hall, liek berds of prae frum thair hi perches -- when th cri seemd to go up, all oever th sity, "Bring him out! Bring him to th lamp!"

   Doun, and up, and hed formoest on th steps of th bilding; now, on his nees; now, on his feet; now, on his bak; dragd, and struk at, and stiefld bi th bunches of gras and straw that wer thrust into his faes bi hundreds of hands; tom, broozd, panting, bleeding, yet allwaes entreeting and beseeching for mersy; now fuul of veeement agony of acshun, with a small cleer spaes about him as th peepl droo wun anuther bak that thae miet see; now, a log of ded wuud drawn thru a forest of legs; he was halld to th neerest street corner wherr wun of th faetal lamps swung, and thair Madame Defarge let him go -- as a cat miet hav dun to a mous -- and sielently and composedly luukt at him whiel thae maed redy, and whiel he besought her: th wimen pashunetly screeching at him all th tiem, and th men sternly calling out to hav him kild with gras in his mouth. Wuns, he went alofft, and th roep broek, and thae caut him shreeking; twies, he went alofft, and th roep broek, and thae caut him shreeking; then, th roep was mersyful, and held him, and his hed was soon upon a piek, with gras enuf in th mouth for all Saent Antoine to dans at th siet of.

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shouted and danst his anggry blud up, that it boild agen, on heering when th dae cloezd in that th sun-in-law of th despacht, anuther of th people's enemys and insulters, was cuming into Paris under a gard fiev hundred strong, in cavalry aloen. Saent Antoine roet his criems on flairing sheets of paeper, seezd him -- wuud hav torn him out of th brest of an army to bair Foulon cumpany -- set his hed and hart on pieks, and carryd th three spoils of th dae, in Wuulf-proseshun thru th streets.

   Not befor dark niet did th men and wimen cum bak to th children, waeling and bredles. Then, th mizerabl bakers' shops wer beset bi long fiels of them, paeshently waeting to bi bad bred; and whiel thae waeted with stumacs faent and empty, thae begield th tiem bi embraesing wun anuther on th trieumfs of th dae, and acheeving them agen in gosip. Grajualy, thees strings of raged peepl shortend and fraed awae; and then pur liets began to shien in hi windoes, and slender fiers wer maed in th streets, at which naebors cuukt in comon, afterwards supping at thair dors.

   Scanty and insufishent supers thoes, and inosent of meet, as of moest uther saus to reched bred. Yet, hueman feloeship infused sum nerishment into th flinty viands, and struk sum sparks of cheerfulnes out of them. Faathers and muthers hoo had had thair fuul shair in th werst of th dae, plaed jently with thair meagre children; and luvers, with such a werld around them and befor them, luvd and hoept.

   It was allmoest morning, when Defarge's wien-shop parted with its last not of customers, and Monsieur Defarge sed to madame his wief, in husky toens, whiel fasening th dor:

   "At last it is cum, mi deer!"

   "Eh wel!" reternd madame. "Allmoest."

   Saent Antoine slept, th Defarges slept: eeven Th Vengeance slept with her starvd groeser, and th drum was at rest. Th drum's was th oenly vois in Saent Antoine that blud and hery had not chaenjd. Th Vengeance, as custoedian of th drum, cuud hav waekend him up and had th saem speech out of him as befor th Bastille fel, or oeld Foulon was seezd; not so with th hors toens of th men and wimen in Saent Antoine's buuzom.


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FIER RIEZES

   THAIR WAS a chaenj on th vilej wherr th founten fel, and wherr th mender of roeds went forth daely to hamer out of th stoens on th hiewae such morsels of bred as miet serv for paches to hoeld his pur ignorant soel and his pur reduest body together. Th prizon on th crag was not so dominant as of yor; thair wer soeljers to gard it, but not meny; thair wer offisers to gard th soeljers, but not wun of them nue whut his men wuud do -- beyond this: that it wuud probably not be whut he was orderd.

   Far and wied lae a rooind cuntry, yeelding nuthing but desolaeshun. Evry green leef, evry blaed of gras and blaed of graen, was as shrivelled and pur as th mizerabl peepl. Evrything was bowd doun, dejected, oprest, and broeken. Habitations, fenses, domesticated animals, men, wimen, children, and th soil that bor them -- all worn out.

   Monseigneur (offen a moest werthy indivijual jentlman) was a nashunal blesing, gaev a shivalrus toen to things, was a poliet exampl of lugzhurius and shiening fief, and a graet deel mor to eeqal perpos; nevertheles, Monseigneur as a clas had, sumhow or uther, braut things to this. Straenj that Creaeshun, deziend expresly for Monseigneur, shuud be so soon wrung dri and sqeezd out! Thair must be sumthing short- sieted in th eternal araenjments, shurly! Thus it was, however; and th last drop of blud having bin extracted frum th flints, and th last scroo of th rak having bin ternd so offen that its perchas crumbld, and it now ternd and ternd with nuthing to biet, Monseigneur began to run awae frum a fenomenon so lo and unacountabl.

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it. For scors of yeers gon bi, Monseigneur had sqeezd it and wrung it, and had seldom graest it with his prezens exsept for th plezhers of th chaes -- now, found in hunting th peepl; now, found in hunting th beests, for hoos prezervaeshun Monseigneur maed edifieing spaeses of barbarus and barren wildernes. No. Th chaenj consisted in th apeerans of straenj faeses of lo cast, rather than in th disapeerans of th hi cast, chiselled, and utherwiez buetyfied and buetyfieing feechers of Monseigneur.

   For, in thees tiems, as th mender of roeds werkt, solitairy, in th dust, not offen trubling himself to reflect that dust he was and to dust he must retern, being for th moest part too much ocuepied in thinking how litl he had for super and how much mor he wuud eet if he bad it -- in thees tiems, as he raezd his ies frum his loenly laebor, and vued th prospect, he wuud see sum ruf figuer aproeching on fuut, th liek of which was wuns a rairity in thoes parts, but was now a freeqent prezens. As it advanst, th mender of roeds wuud disern without serpriez, that it was a shagy-haired man, of allmoest barbairian aspect, tall, in wuuden shoos that wer clumzy eeven to th ies of a mender of roeds, grim, ruf, swart, steept in th mud and dust of meny hiewaes, dank with th marshy moischer of meny lo grounds, sprinkld with th thorns and leevs and moss of meny biewaes thru wuuds.

   Such a man caem upon him, liek a goest, at noon in th July wether, as he sat on his heep of stoens under a bank, taeking such shelter as he cuud get frum a shower of had.

   Th man luukt at him, luukt at th vilej in th holo, at th mil, and at th prizon on th crag. When he had iedentified thees objects in whut benieted miend he had, he sed, in a diealect that was just intelijibl:

   "How goes it, Jacques?"

   "All wel, Jacques."

   "Tuch then!"

   Thae joind hands, and th man sat doun on th heep of stoens.

   "No diner?"

   "Nuthing but super now," sed th mender of roeds, with a hunggry faes.

   "It is th fashun," grould th man. "I meet no diner enywhair."

   He tuuk out a blakend piep, fild it, lieted it with flint and steel, puuld at it until it was in a briet glo: then, sudenly held it frum him and dropt sumthing into it frum between his fingger and thum, that blaezd and went out in a puf of smoek.


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   "Tuch then." It was th tern of th mender of roeds to sae it this tiem, after obzerving thees operaeshuns. Thae agen joind hands.

   "To-niet?" sed th mender of roeds.

   "To-niet," sed th man, puuting th piep in his mouth.

   "Wherr?"

   "Heer."

   He and th mender of roeds sat on th heep of stoens luuking sielently at wun anuther, with th hael drieving in between them liek a pigmy charj of baeonets, until th skie began to cleer oever th vilej.

   "Sho me!" sed th traveler then, mooving to th brow of th hil.

   "See!" reternd th mender of roeds, with extended fingger. "U go doun heer, and straet thru th street, and past th founten -- "

   "To th Devil with all that!" interupted th uther, roeling his ie oever th landscaep. "I go thru no streets and past no fountens. Wel?"

   "Wel! About too leegs beyond th sumit of that hil abuv th vilej."

   "Guud. When do U sees to werk?"

   "At sunset."

   "Wil U waek me, befor departing? I hav waukt too niets without resting. Let me finish mi piep, and I shal sleep liek a chield. Wil U waek me?"

   "Shurly."

   Th waefairer smoekt his piep out, puut it in his brest, slipt off his graet wuuden shoos, and lae doun on his bak on th heep of stoens. He was fast asleep directly.

   As th roed-mender plied his dusty laebor, and th hael-clouds, roeling awae, reveeld briet bars and streeks of skie which wer responded to bi silver gleams upon th landscaep, th litl man (hoo wor a red cap now, in plaes of his bloo wun) seemd fasinaeted bi th figuer on th heep of stoens. His ies wer so offen ternd tords it, that he uezd his tools mecanicaly, and, wun wuud hav sed, to verry pur acount. Th bronz faes, th shagy blak hair and beerd, th cors woollen red cap, th ruf medly dres of hoem-spun stuf and hairy skins of beests, th powerful fraem attenuated bi spair living, and th sulen and desperet compreshun of th lips in sleep, inspierd th mender of roeds with au. Th traveler had traveld far, and his feet wer fuutsor, and his ankls chafed and bleeding; his graet shoos, stuft with leevs and gras, had bin hevy to drag oever th meny long leegs, and his cloeths wer chafed into hoels, as he himself was into sors. Stooping doun besied


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him, th roed-mender tried to get a peep at seecret wepons in his brest or wherr not; but, in vaen, for he slept with his arms crosst upon him, and set as rezolootly as his lips. Fortified touns with thair stockades, gard-houses, gaets, trenches, and drawbridges, seemd to th mender of roeds, to be so much air as agenst this figuer. And when he lifted his ies frum it to th horiezon and luukt around, he saw in his small fansy similar figuers, stopt bi no obstacl, tending to centres all oever France.

   Th man slept on, indiferent to showers of hael and intervals of brietnes, to sunshien on his faes and shado, to th paltering lumps of dul ies on his body and th diemonds into which th sun chaenjd them, until th sun was lo in th west, and th skie was gloeing. Then, th mender of roeds having got his tools together and all things redy to go doun into th vilej, rouzd him.

   "Guud!" sed th sleeper, riezing on his elbo. "Too leegs beyond th sumit of th hil?"

   "About."

   "About. Guud!"

   Th mender of roeds went hoem, with th dust going on befor him acording to th set of th wind, and was soon at th founten, sqeezing himself in amung th leen kine braut thair to drink, and apeering eeven to whisper to them in his whispering to all th vilej. When th vilej had taeken its pur super, it did not creep to bed, as it uezhualy did, but caem out of dors agen, and remaend thair. A cuerius contaejon of whispering was upon it, and allso, when it gatherd together at th founten in th dark, anuther cuerius contaejon of luuking expectantly at th skie in wun direcshun oenly. Monsieur Gabelle, cheef funkshunairy of th plaes, becaem uneezy; went out on his hous-top aloen, and luukt in that direcshun too; glanst doun frum behiend his chimnys at th darkening faeses bi th founten belo, and sent werd to th sacristan hoo kept th kees of th cherch, that thair miet be need to ring th tocsin bi-and-bi.

   Th niet deepend. Th trees envieroning th oeld shato, keeping its solitairy staet apart, moovd in a riezing wind, as tho thae thretend th piel of bilding masiv and dark in th gloom. Up th too terres fliets of steps th raen ran wieldly, and beet at th graet dor, liek a swift mesenjer rouzing thoes within; uneezy rushes of wind went thru th hall, amung th oeld spears and nievs, and past lamenting up th stairs, and shuuk th curtens of th bed wherr th last Marqis had slept. Eest, West, North, and South, thru th wuuds, foer hevy-treding, unkempt


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figuers crusht th hi gras and crakt th branches, strieding on caushusly to cum together in th, cort-yard. Foer liets broek out thair, and moovd awae in diferent direcshuns, and all was blak agen.

   But, not for long. Prezently, th shato began to maek itself straenjly vizibl bi sum liet of its oen, as tho it wer groeing loominus. Then, a flickering streek plaed behiend th arkitekcher of th frunt, piking out transpairent plaeses, and shoeing wherr balustrades, arches, and windoes wer. Then it sord hieer, and groo brauder and brieter. Soon, frum a scor of th graet windoes, flaems berst forth, and th stoen faeses awaekend, staird out of fier.

   A faent mermer aroez about th hous frum th fue peepl hoo wer left thair, and thair was a saddling of a hors and rieding awae. Thair was spering and splashing thru th darknes, and briedl was drawn in th spaes bi th vilej founten, and th hors in a foem stuud at Monsieur Gabelle's dor. "Help, Gabelle! Help, evry wun!" Th tocsin rang impaeshently, but uther help (if that wer eny) thair was nun. Th mender of roeds, and too hundred and fifty particuelar frends, stuud with foelded arms at th founten, luuking at th pilar of fier in th skie. "It must be forty feet hi," sed thae, grimly; and never moovd.

   Th rieder frum th shato, and th hors in a foem, claterd awae thru th vilej, and galopt up th stoeny steep, to th prizon on th crag. At th gaet, a groop of offisers wer luuking at th fier; remoovd frum them, a groop of soeljers. "Help, jentlmen-offisers! Th shato is on fier; valueabl objects mae be saevd frum th flaems bi tiemly aed! Help, help!" Th offisers luukt tords th soeljers hoo luukt at th fier; gaev no orders; and anserd, with shrugs and bieting of lips, "It must bern."

   As th rieder ratld doun th hil agen and thru th street, th vilej was iloominaeting. Th mender of roeds, and th too hundred and fifty particuelar frends, inspierd as wun man and wuuman bi th iedeea of lieting up, had darted into thair houses, and wer puuting candls in evry dul litl paen of glas. Th jeneral scairsity of evrything, ocaezhund candls to be borroed in a rather peremptory maner of Monsieur Gabelle; and in a moement of reluctans and hezitaeshun on that functionary's part, th mender of roeds, wuns so submisiv to authority, had remarkt that carrejes wer guud to maek bonfiers with, and that poest-horses wuud roest.

   Th shato was left to itself to flaem and bern. In th roring and raejing of th conflagraeshun, a red-hot wind, drieving straet frum th infernal


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reejons, seemd to be bloeing th edifis awae. With th riezing and falling of th blaez, th stoen faeses shoed as if thae wer in torment. When graet mases of stoen and timber fel, th faes with th too dints in th noez becaem obscuerd: anon strugld out of th smoek agen, as if it wer th faes of th crooel Marqis, berning at th staek and contending with th fier.

   Th shato bernd; th neerest trees, laed hoeld of bi th fier, scorcht and shrivelled; trees at a distans, fierd bi th foer feers figuers, begin th blaezing edifis with a nue forest of smoek. Moelten leed and ieern boild in th marbl baesin of th founten; th wauter ran dri; th extinggwisher tops of th towers vanisht liek ies befor th heet, and trickled doun into foer ruged wels of flaem. Graet rents and splits brancht out in th solid walls, liek crystallisation; stupefied berds wheeld about and dropt into th fernis; foer feers figuers trujd awae, Eest, West, North, and South, along th niet-enshrouded roeds, gieded bi th beecon thae had lieted, tords thair next destinaeshun. Th iloominaeted vilej had seezd hoeld of th tocsin, and, abolishing th lawful ringer, rang for joi.

   Not oenly that; but th vilej, liet-heded with famin, fier, and bel- ringing, and bethinking itself that Monsieur Gabelle had to do with th colecshun of rent and taxes -- tho it was but a small instalment of taxes, and no rent at all, that Gabelle had got in thoes later daes -- becaem impaeshent for an intervue with him, and, serounding his hous, sumond him to cum forth for personal conferens. Wherrupon, Monsieur Gabelle did hevily bar his dor, and retier to hoeld counsel with himself. Th rezult of that conferens was, that Gabelle agen withdroo himself to his houstop behiend his stak of chimnys; this tiem rezolvd, if his dor wer broeken in (he was a small Suthern man of retaliative temperament), to pich himself hed formoest oever th parrapet, and crush a man or too belo.

   Probably, Monsieur Gabelle past a long niet up thair, with th distant shato for fier and candl, and th beeting at his dor, combiend with th joi-ringing, for muezic; not to menshun his having an il- omened lamp slung across th roed befor his posting-hous gaet, which th vilej shoed a lievly inclinaeshun to displaes in his faevor. A trieing suspens, to be pasing a hoel sumer niet on th brink of th blak oeshan, redy to taek that plunj into it upon which Monsieur Gabelle had rezolvd! But, th frendly daun apeering at last, and th rush- candls of th vilej guttering out, th peepl hapily disperst, and


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Monsieur Gabelle caem doun bringing his lief with him for that whiel.

   Within a hundred miels, and in th liet of uther fiers, thair wer uther functionaries les forchunet, that niet and uther niets, hoom th riezing sun found hanging across wuns-peesful streets, wherr thae had bin born and bred; allso, thair wer uther vilejers and tounzpeepl les forchunet than th mender of roeds and his feloes, upon hoom th functionaries and soeljery ternd with sucses, and hoom thae strung up in thair tern. But, th feers figuers wer stedily wending Eest, West, North, and South, be that as it wuud; and hoo-so-ever hung, fier bernd. Th altitued of th galoes that wuud tern to wauter and qench it, no funkshunairy, bi eny strech of mathematics, was aebl to calcuelaet sucsesfuly.

DRAWN TO TH LOEDSTOEN ROK

   IN SUCH RISINGS of fier and risings of see -- th ferm erth shaeken bi th rushes of an anggry oeshan which had now no eb, but was allwaes on th flo, hieer and hieer, to th terror and wunder of th beholders on th shor -- three yeers of tempest wer consoomd. Three mor birthdays of litl Lucie had bin woeven bi th goelden thred into th peesful tishoo of th lief of her hoem.

   Meny a niet and meny a dae had its inmaets lisend to th ekoes in th corner, with harts that faeld them when thae herd th thronging feet. For, th fuutsteps had becum to thair miends as th fuutsteps of a peepl, toomulchuos under a red flag and with thair cuntry declaird in daenjer, chaenjd into wield beests, bi terribl enchantment long persisted in.


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   Monseigneur, as a clas, had disoeshiaeted himself frum th fenomenon of his not being apreeshiaeted: of his being so litl wonted in France, as to incur considerabl daenjer of reseeving his dismisal frum it, and this fief together. Liek th faebld rustic hoo raezd th Devil with infinit paens, and was so terrified at th siet of him that he cuud ask th Enemy no qeschun, but imeedyetly fled; so, Monseigneur, after boeldly reeding th Lord's Prair bakwards for a graet number of yeers, and performing meny uther poetent spels for compeling th Eevil Wun, no sooner beheld him in his terrors than he tuuk to his noebl heels.

   Th shiening Bull's Ie of th Cort was gon, or it wuud hav bin th mark for a hericaen of nashunal buulets. It had never bin a guud ie to see with -- had long had th moet in it of Lucifer's pried, Sardanapalus's lugzhury, and a mole's bliendnes -- but it had dropt out and was gon. Th Cort, frum that excloosiv iner sercl to its outermoest roten ring of intreeg, corupshun, and disimuelaeshun, was an gon together. Roialty was gon; had bin beseejd in its Palis and "suspended," when th last tiedings caem oever.

   Th August of th yeer wun thouzand seven hundred and nienty-too was cum, and Monseigneur was bi this tiem scaterd far and wied.

   As was nacheral, th hed-qorters and graet gathering-plaes of Monseigneur, in London, was Tellson's Bank. Spirits ar supoezd to haunt th plaeses wherr thair bodys moest rezorted, and Monseigneur without a guinea haunted th spot wherr his guineas uezd to be. Moroever, it was th spot to which such French intelijens as was moest to be relied upon, caem qikest. Agen: Tellson's was a muenifisent hous, and extended graet liberality to oeld customers hoo had fallen frum thair hi estaet. Agen: thoes noebls hoo had seen th cuming storm in tiem, and antisipaeting plunder or confiscaeshun, had maed provident remitanses to Tellson's, wer allwaes to be herd of thair bi thair needy brethren. To which it must be aded that evry nue-comer frum France reported himself and his tiedings at Tellson's, allmoest as a mater of cors. For such varieety of reezons, Tellson's was at that tiem, as to French intelijens, a kiend of Hi Exchaenj; and this was so wel noen to th public, and th inqierys maed thair wer in conseqens so nuemerus, that Tellson's sumtiems roet th laetest nues out in a lien or so and poested it in th Bank windoes, for all hoo ran thru Templ Bar to reed.

   On a steeming, misty afternoon, Mr. Lory sat at his desk, and Charles Darnay stuud leening on it, tauking with him in a lo vois. Th penitenshal den wuns set apart for intervues with th Hous, was now th


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nues-Exchaenj, and was fild to oeverfloeing. It was within haf an our or so of th tiem of cloezing.

   "But, alltho U ar th yunggest man that ever livd," sed Charles Darnay, rather hezitaeting, "I must stil sugjest to U -- "

   "I understand. That I am too oeld?" sed Mr. Lory.

   "Unsetld wether, a long jerny, unsertan meens of traveling, a disorganised cuntry, a sity that mae not be eeven saef for U."

   "Mi deer Charles," sed Mr. Lory, with cheerful confidens, "U tuch sum of th reezons for mi going: not for mi staeing awae. It is saef enuf for me; noebody wil cair to interfeer with an oeld felo of hard upon forscor when thair ar so meny peepl thair much beter werth interfeering with. As to its being a disorganised sity, if it wer not a disorganised sity thair wuud be no ocaezhun to send sumbody frum our Hous heer to our Hous thair, hoo noes th sity and th biznes, of oeld, and is in Tellson's confidens. As to th unsertan traveling, th long jerny, and th winter wether, if I wer not prepaird to submit mieself to a fue inconveniences for th saek of Tellson's, after all thees yeers, hoo aut to be?"

   "I wish I wer going mieself," sed Charles Darnay, sumwhut restlesly, and liek wun thinking aloud.

   "Indeed! U ar a prity felo to object and adviez!" exclaemd Mr. Lory. "U wish U wer going yurself? And U a Frenchman born? U ar a wiez counsellor."

   "Mi deer Mr. Lory, it is becauz I am a Frenchman born, that th thaut (which I did not meen to uter heer, however) has past thru mi miend offen. Wun cannot help thinking, having had sum simpathy for th mizerabl peepl, and having abandond sumthing to them," he spoek heer in his former thautful maner, "that wun miet be lisend to, and miet hav th power to perswaed to sum restraent. Oenly last niet, after U had left us, when I was tauking to Lucie -- "

   "When U wer tauking to Lucie," Mr. Lory repeeted. "Yes. I wunder U ar not ashaemd to menshun th naem of Lucie! Wishing U wer going to France at this tiem of dae!"

   "However, I am not going," sed Charles Darnay, with a smiel. "It is mor to th perpos that U sae U ar."

   "And I am, in plaen reality. Th trooth is, mi deer Charles," Mr. Lory glanst at th distant Hous, and loeerd his vois, "U can hav no consepshun of th dificulty with which our biznes is transacted, and of th perril in which our buuks and paepers oever yonder ar involvd. Th


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Lord abuv noes whut th compromiezing conseqenses wuud be to numbers of peepl, if sum of our docuements wer seezd or destroid; and thae miet be, at eny tiem, U noe, for hoo can sae that Paris is not set afier to-dae, or sakt to-morro! Now, a joodishus selecshun frum thees with th leest posibl delae, and th berrying of them, or utherwiez geting of them out of harm's wae, is within th power (without loss of preshus tiem) of scairsly eny wun but mieself, if eny wun. And shal I hang bak, when Tellson's noes this and ses this -- Tellson's, hoos bred I hav eeten thees sixty yeers -- becauz I am a litl stif about th joints? Whi, I am a boi, ser, to haf a duzen oeld codgers heer!"

   "How I admier th galantry of yur yoothful spirit, Mr. Lory."

   "Tut! Nonsens, ser! -- And, mi deer Charles," sed Mr. Lory, glansing at th Hous agen, "U ar to remember, that geting things out of Paris at this prezent tiem, no mater whut things, is next to an imposibility. Paepers and preshus maters wer this verry dae braut to us heer (I speek in strict confidens; it is not biznes-liek to whisper it, eeven to U), bi th straenjest bearers U can imajin, evry wun of hoom had his hed hanging on bi a singgl hair as he past th Barryers. At anuther tiem, our parsels wuud cum and go, as eezily as in biznes-liek Oeld England; but now, evrything is stopt."

   "And do U reealy go to-niet?"

   "I reealy go to-niet, for th caes has becum too presing to admit of delae."

   "And do U taek no wun with U?"

   "All sorts of peepl hav bin propoezd to me, but I wil hav nuthing to sae to eny of them. I intend to taek Jerry. Jerry has bin mi body- gard on Sunday niets for a long tiem past and I am uezd to him. Noebody wil suspect Jerry of being enything but an English buul-daug, or of having eny dezien in his hed but to fli at enybody hoo tuches his master."

   "I must sae agen that I hartily admier yur galantry and youthfulness."

   "I must sae agen, nonsens, nonsens! When I hav execueted this litl comishun, I shal, perhaps, acsept Tellson's propoezal to retier and liv at mi eez. Tiem enuf, then, to think about groeing oeld."

   This diealog had taeken plaes at Mr. Lorry's uezhual desk, with Monseigneur sworming within a yard or too of it, boestful of whut he wuud do to avenj himself on th rascal-peepl befor long. It was too much th wae of Monseigneur under his reverses as a refuejee, and it was much too much th wae of naetiv British orthodoxy, to tauk of this terribl


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Revolooshun as if it wer th oenly harvest ever noen under th skies that had not bin soen -- as if nuthing had ever bin dun, or oemited to be dun, that had led to it -- as if obzervers of th reched milyons in France, and of th misused and perverted resorses that shuud hav maed them prosperus, had not seen it inevitably cuming, yeers befor, and had not in plaen werds recorded whut thae saw. Such vapouring, combiend with th extravagant plots of Monseigneur for th restoraeshun of a staet of things that had uterly exausted itself, and worn out Heven and erth as wel as itself, was hard to be endurd without sum remonstrans bi eny saen man hoo nue th trooth. And it was such vapouring all about his eers, liek a trublsum confuezhun of blud in his oen hed, aded to a laetent uneezynes in his miend, which had allredy maed Charles Darnay restles, and which stil kept him so.

   Amung th taukers, was Stryver, of th King's Bench Bar, far on his wae to staet promoeshun, and, thairfor, loud on th theem: broaching to Monseigneur, his devieses for bloeing th peepl up and exterminaeting them frum th faes of th erth, and doing without them: and for acomplishing meny similar objects akin in thair naecher to th abolishun of eegls bi sprinkling sallt on th taels of th raes. Him, Darnay herd with a particuelar feeling of objecshun; and Darnay stuud divieded between going awae that he miet heer no mor, and remaening to interpoez his werd, when th thing that was to be, went on to shaep itself out.

   Th Hous aproecht Mr. Lory, and laeing a soild and unoepend leter befor him, askt if he had yet discuverd eny traeses of th person to hoom it was adrest? Th Hous laed th leter doun so cloes to Darnay that he saw th direcshun -- th mor qikly becauz it was his oen riet naem. Th adres, ternd into English, ran:

   "Verry presing. To Monsieur heertofor th Marqis St. Evrémonde, of France. Confieded to th cairs of Messrs. Tellson and Co., Bankers, London, England."

   On th marrej morning, Doctor Manette bad maed it his wun erjent and expres reqest to Charles Darnay, that th seecret of this naem shuud be -- unles he, th Doctor, dizolvd th obligaeshun -- kept invieolet between them. Noebody els nue it to be his naem; his oen wief had no suspishun of th fact; Mr. Lory cuud hav nun.

   "No," sed Mr. Lory, in repli to th Hous; "I hav referd it, I think, to evrybody now heer, and no wun can tel me wherr this jentlman is to be found."

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held th leter out inqieringly; and Monseigneur luukt at it, in th person of this ploting and indignant refuejee; and Monseigneur luukt at it in th person of that ploting and indignant refuejee; and This, That, and Th Uther, all had sumthing disparaging to sae, in French or in English, conserning th Marqis hoo was not to be found.

   "Nefue, I beleev -- but in eny caes dejeneraet sucsesor -- of th polisht Marqis hoo was merderd," sed wun. "Hapy to sae, I never nue him."

   "A craeven hoo abandond his poest," sed anuther -- this Monseigneur had bin got out of Paris, legs upermost and haf sufocaeted, in a loed of hae -- "sum yeers ago."

   "Infected with th nue doctrins," sed a therd, ieing th direcshun thru his glas in pasing; "set himself in opozishun to th last Marqis, abandond th estaets when he inherrited them, and left them to th rufian herd. Thae wil recompens him now, I hoep, as he dezervs."

   "Hae?" cried th blaetant Stryver. "Did he tho? Is that th sort of felo? Let us luuk at his infamus naem. D -- n th felo!"

   Darnay, unaebl to restraen himself eny longger, tucht Mr. Stryver on th shoelder, and sed:

   "I noe th felo."

   "Do U, bi Jupiter?" sed Stryver. "I am sorry for it."

   "Whi?"

   "Whi, Mr. Darnay? D'ye heer whut he did? Don't ask, whi, in thees tiems."

   "But I do ask whi?"

   "Then I tel U agen, Mr. Darnay, I am sorry for it. I am sorry to heer U puuting eny such extraordinairy qeschuns. Heer is a felo, hoo, infected bi th moest pestilent and blasfemus coed of devilry that ever was noen, abandond his property to th vilest scum of th erth that ever did merder bi hoelsael, and U ask me whi I am sorry that a man hoo instructs yooth noes him? Wel, but I'l anser U. I am sorry becauz I beleev thair is contaminaeshun in such a scoundrel. That's whi."

   Miendful of th seecret, Darnay with graet dificulty chekt himself, and sed: "U mae not understand th jentlman."

   "I understand how to puut U in a corner, Mr. Darnay," sed Buuly Stryver, "and I'l do it. If this felo is a jentlman, I don't understand him. U mae tel him so, with mi compliments. U mae allso tel him, frum me, that after abandoning his werldly guuds and pozishun to this butcherly mob, I wunder he is not at th hed of them. But, no, jentlmen,"


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sed Stryver, luuking all round, and snaping his finggers, "I noe sumthing of hueman naecher, and I tel U that U'l never fiend a felo liek this felo, trusting himself to th mercies of such preshus proteges. No, jentlmen; he'l allwaes sho 'em a cleen pair of heels verry erly in th scufl, and sneek awae."

   With thoes werds, and a fienal snap of his finggers, Mr. Stryver shoelderd himself into Fleet-street, amidst th jeneral aprobaeshun of his heerers. Mr. Lory and Charles Darnay wer left aloen at th desk, in th jeneral deparcher frum th Bank.

   "Wil U taek charj of th leter?" sed Mr. Lory. "U noe wherr to deliver it?"

   "I do."

   "Wil U undertaek to explaen, that we supoez it to hav bin adrest heer, on th chans of our noeing wherr to forward it, and that it has bin heer sum tiem?"

   "I wil do so. Do U start for Paris frum heer?"

   "Frum heer, at aet."

   "I wil cum bak, to see U off."

   Verry il at eez with himself, and with Stryver and moest uther men, Darnay maed th best of his wae into th qieet of th Templ, oepend th leter, and reed it. Thees wer its contents: "Prizon of th Abbaye, Paris.
"June 21, 1792.

   "MONSIEUR HEERTOFOR TH MARQIS.

   "After having long bin in daenjer of mi lief at th bands of th vilej, I hav bin seezd, with graet vieolens and indignity, and braut a long jerny on fuut to Paris. On th roed I hav suferd a graet deel. Nor is that all; mi hous has bin destroid -- razed to th ground.

   "Th criem for which I am imprizond, Monsieur heertofor th Marqis, and for which I shal be sumond befor th tribuenal, and shal looz mi lief (without yur so jenerus help), is, thae tel me, treezon agenst th majesty of th peepl, in that I hav acted agenst them for an emigrant. It is in vaen I reprezent that I hav acted for them, and not agenst, acording to yur comands. It is in vaen I reprezent that, befor th seqestraeshun of emigrant property, I had remited th imposts thae had seest to pae; that I had colected no rent; that I had had reecors to no proses. Th oenly


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respons is, that I hav acted for an emigrant, and wherr is that emigrant?

   "Aa! moest graeshus Monsieur heertofor th Marqis, wherr is that emigrant? I cri in mi sleep wherr is he? I demand of Heven, wil he not cum to deliver me? No anser. Aa Monsieur heertofor th Marqis, I send mi desolet cri across th see, hoeping it mae perhaps reech yur eers thru th graet bank of Tilson noen at Paris!

   "For th luv of Heven, of justis, of jenerosity, of th onor of yur noebl naem, I suplicaet U, Monsieur heertofor th Marqis, to succour and relees me. Mi fallt is, that I hav bin troo to U. O Monsieur heertofor th Marqis, I prae U be U troo to me!

   "Frum this prizon heer of horror, whens I evry our tend neerer and neerer to destrucshun, I send U, Monsieur heertofor th Marqis, th ashurans of mi doelorus and unhapy servis. "Yur aflicted,
"GABELLE."

   Th laetent uneezynes in Darnay's miend was rouzd to vigourous lief bi this leter. Th perril of an oeld servant and a guud wun, hoos oenly criem was fiedelity to himself and his family, staird him so reproachfully in th faes, that, as he waukt to and fro in th Templ considering whut to do, he allmoest hid his faes frum th passersby.

   He nue verry wel, that in his horror of th deed which had culminaeted th bad deeds and bad repuetaeshun of th oeld family hous, in his rezentful suspishuns of his unkl, and in th averzhun with which his conshens regarded th crumbling fabric that he was supoezd to uphoeld, he had acted imperfectly. He nue verry wel, that in his luv for Lucie, his renunsiaeshun of his soeshal plaes, tho bi no meens nue to his oen miend, had bin heryd and incompleet. He nue that he aut to hav sistematicaly werkt it out and sooperviezd it, and that he had ment to do it, and that it had never bin dun.

   Th hapynes of his oen choezen English hoem, th nesesity of being allwaes activly emploid, th swift chaenjes and trubls of th tiem which bad foloed on wun anuther so fast, that th events of this week annihilated th imatur plans of last week, and th events of th week foloeing maed all nue agen; he nue verry wel, that to th fors of thees sercumstanses he had yeelded: -- not without disqieet, but stil without


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continueus and acuemuelaeting rezistans. That he had wocht th tiems for a tiem of acshun, and that thae had shifted and strugld until th tiem had gon bi, and th noebility wer trooping frum France bi evry hiewae and biewae, and thair property was in cors of confiscaeshun and destrucshun, and thair verry naems wer bloting out, was as wel noen to himself as it cuud be to eny nue authority in France that miet impeech him for it.

   But, he had oprest no man, he had imprizond no man; he was so far frum having harshly exacted paement of his dues, that he had relinqisht them of his oen wil, throen himself on a werld with no faevor in it, wun his oen prievet plaes thair, and ernd his oen bred. Monsieur Gabelle had held th impoverisht and involvd estaet on riten instrucshuns, to spair th peepl, to giv them whut litl thair was to giv -- such fueel as th hevy creditors wuud let them hav in th winter, and such produes as cuud be saevd frum th saem grip in th sumer -- and no dout he had puut th fact in plee and proof, for his oen saefty, so that it cuud not but apeer now.

   This favoured th desperet rezolooshun Charles Darnay had begun to maek, that he wuud go to Paris.

   Yes. Liek th marriner in th oeld story, th winds and streems had driven him within th inflooens of th Loedstoen Rok, and it was drawing him to itself, and he must go. Evrything that aroez befor his miend drifted him on, faster and faster, mor and mor stedily, to th terribl atracshun. His laetent uneezynes had bin, that bad aems wer being werkt out in his oen unhapy land bi bad instruments, and that he hoo cuud not fael to noe that he was beter than thae, was not thair, trieing to do sumthing to stae bludshed, and asert th claems of mersy and huemanity. With this uneezynes haf stiefld, and haf reproeching him, he had bin braut to th pointed comparrison of himself with th braev oeld jentlman in hoom duety was so strong; upon that comparrison (injurius to himself) had instantly foloed th sneers of Monseigneur, which had stung him biterly, and thoes of Stryver, which abuv all wer cors and galling, for oeld reezons. Upon thoes, had foloed Gabelle's leter: th apeel of an inosent prizoner, in daenjer of deth, to his justis, onor, and guud naem.

   His rezolooshun was maed. He must go to Paris.

   Yes. Th Loedstoen Rok was drawing him, and he must sael on, until he struk. He nue of no rok; he saw hardly eny daenjer. Th intenshun with which he had dun whut he had dun, eeven alltho he had left it


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incompleet, prezented it befor him in an aspect that wuud be graetfuly aknolejd in France on his prezenting himself to asert it. Then, that glorius vizhun of doing guud, which is so offen th sanguine miraazh of so meny guud miends, aroez befor him, and he eeven saw himself in th iloozhun with sum inflooens to gied this raejing Revolooshun that was runing so feerfuly wield.

   As he waukt to and fro with his rezolooshun maed, he considerd that neether Lucie nor her faather must noe of it until he was gon. Lucie shuud be spaird th paen of separaeshun; and her faather, allwaes reluctant to tern his thauts tords th daenjerus ground of oeld, shuud cum to th nolej of th step, as a step taeken, and not in th balans of suspens and dout. How much of th incompleetnes of his sichuaeshun was referable to her faather, thru th paenful angzieity to avoid revieving oeld asoesiaeshuns of France in his miend, he did not discus with himself. But, that sercumstans too, had had its inflooens in his cors.

   He waukt to and fro, with thauts verry bizy, until it was tiem to retern to Tellson's and taek leev of Mr. Lory. As soon as he arievd in Paris he wuud prezent himself to this oeld frend, but he must sae nuthing of his intenshun now.

   A carrej with poest-horses was redy at th Bank dor, and Jerry was booted and eqipt.

   "I hav deliverd that leter," sed Charles Darnay to Mr. Lory. "I wuud not consent to yur being charjd with eny riten anser, but perhaps U wil taek a verbal wun?"

   "That I wil, and redily," sed Mr. Lory, "if it is not daenjerus."

   "Not at all. Tho it is to a prizoner in th Abbaye."

   "Whut is his naem?" sed Mr. Lory, with his oepen poket-buuk in his hand.

   "Gabelle."

   "Gabelle. And whut is th mesej to th unforchunet Gabelle in prizon?"

   "Simply, 'that he has reseevd th leter, and wil cum.'"

   "Eny tiem menshund?"

   "He wil start upon his jerny to-morro niet."

   "Eny person menshund?"

   "No."

   He helpt Mr. Lory to rap himself in a number of coets and cloaks, and went out with him frum th worm atmosfeer of th oeld Bank, into th misty air of Fleet-street. "Mi luv to Lucie, and to litl Lucie," sed


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Mr. Lory at parting, "and taek preshus cair of them til I cum bak." Charles Darnay shuuk his hed and doutfuly smield, as th carrej roeld awae.

   That niet -- it was th forteenth of August -- he sat up laet, and roet too fervent leters; wun was to Lucie, explaening th strong obligaeshun he was under to go to Paris, and shoeing her, at length, th reezons that he had, for feeling confident that he cuud becum involvd in no personal daenjer thair; th uther was to th Doctor, confieding Lucie and thair deer chield to his cair, and dweling on th saem topics with th stronggest ashuranses. To boeth, he roet that he wuud despach leters in proof of his saefty, imeedyetly after his arieval.

   It was a hard dae, that dae of being amung them, with th ferst rezervaeshun of thair joint lievs on his miend. It was a hard mater to prezerv th inosent deseet of which thae wer profoundly unsuspicious. But, an afecshunet glans at his wief, so hapy and bizy, maed him rezoloot not to tel her whut impended (he had bin haf moovd to do it, so straenj it was to him to act in enything without her qieet aed), and th dae past qikly. Erly in th eevning he embraest her, and her scairsly les deer naemsaek, pretending that he wuud retern bi-and-bi (an imajinairy engaejment tuuk him out, and he had secreeted a valees of cloeths redy), and so he emerjd into th hevy mist of th hevy streets, with a hevyer hart.

   Th unseen fors was drawing him fast to itself, now, and an th tieds and winds wer seting straet and strong tords it. He left his too leters with a trusty porter, to be deliverd haf an our befor midniet, and no sooner; tuuk hors for Dover; and began his jerny -- "For th luv of Heven, of justis, of jenerosity, of th onor of yur noebl naem!" was th pur prisoner's cri with which he strengthend his sinking hart, as he left all that was deer on erth behiend him, and floeted awae for th Loedstoen Rok. TH END OF TH SECOND BUUK.


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IN SEECRET

   TH TRAVELER fared sloely on his wae, hoo fared tords Paris frum England in th autum of th yeer wun thouzand seven hundred and nienty-too. Mor than enuf of bad roeds, bad equipages, and bad horses, he wuud hav encounterd to delae him, tho th fallen and unforchunet King of France had bin upon his throen in all his glory; but, th chaenjd tiems wer fraut with uther obstacls than thees. Evry toun-gaet and vilej taxing-hous had its band of sitizen-paetriots, with thair nashunal muskets in a moest exploesiv staet of redynes, hoo stopt all comers and goers, cross-qeschund them, inspected thair paepers, luukt for thair naems in lists of thair oen, ternd them bak, or sent them on, or stopt them and laed them in hoeld, as thair caprishus jujment or fansy deemd best for th dauning Republic Wun and Indivizibl, of Liberty, Eqolity, Fraternity, or Deth.

   A verry fue French leegs of his jerny wer acomplisht, when Charles Darnay began to perseev that for him along thees cuntry roeds thair was no hoep of retern until he shuud hav bin declaird a guud sitizen at Paris. Whutever miet befall now, he must on to his journey's end. Not a meen vilej cloezd upon him, not a comon barryer dropt across th roed behiend him, but he nue it to be anuther ieern dor in th seerys that was bard between him and England. Th ueniversal watchfulness so encompast him, that if he had bin taeken in a net, or wer being forwarded to his destinaeshun in a caej, he cuud not hav felt his freedom mor compleetly gon.

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bi rieding after him and taeking him bak, rieding befor him and stoping him bi antisipaeshun, rieding with him and keeping him in charj. He had bin daes upon his jerny in France aloen, when he went to bed tierd out, in a litl toun on th hi roed, stil a long wae frum Paris.

   Nuthing but th producshun of th aflicted Gabelle's leter frum his prizon of th Abbaye wuud hav got him on so far. Ms dificulty at th gard-hous in this small plaes had bin such, that he felt his jerny to hav cum to a criesis. And he was, thairfor, as litl serpriezd as a man cuud be, to fiend himself awaekend at th small in to which he had bin remited until morning, in th midl of th niet.

   Awaekend bi a timid loecal funkshunairy and three armd paetriots in ruf red caps and with pieps in thair mouths, hoo sat doun on th bed.

   "Emigrant," sed th funkshunairy, "I am going to send U on to Paris, under an escort."

   "Sitizen, I dezier nuthing mor than to get to Paris, tho I cuud dispens with th escort."

   "Sielens!" grould a red-cap, strieking at th cuverlet with th but-end of his musket. "Pees, aristocrat!"

   "It is as th guud paetriot ses," obzervd th timid funkshunairy. "U ar an aristocrat, and must hav an escort -- and must pae for it."

   "I hav no chois," sed Charles Darnay.

   "Chois! Lisen to him!" cried th saem scouling red-cap. "As if it was not a faevor to be protected frum th lamp-ieern!"

   "It is allwaes as th guud paetriot ses," obzervd th funkshunairy. "Riez and dres yurself, emigrant."

   Darnay complied, and was taeken bak to th gard-hous, wherr uther paetriots in ruf red caps wer smoeking, drinking, and sleeping, bi a woch-fier. Heer he paed a hevy pries for his escort, and hens he started with it on th wet, wet roeds at three o'clok in th morning.

   Th escort wer too mounted paetriots in red caps and tri-culord cockades, armd with nashunal muskets and sabres, hoo roed wun on eether sied of him.

   Th escorted guvernd his oen hors, but a loos lien was atacht to his briedl, th end of which wun of th paetriots kept gerded round his rist. In this staet thae set forth with th sharp raen drieving in thair faeses: clatering at a hevy dragoon trot oever th uneeven toun paevment, and out upon th mier-deep roeds. In this staet thae traverst without chaenj, exsept of horses and paes, all th mier-deep leegs that lae between them and th capital.


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   Thae traveld in th niet, hallting an our or too after daebraek, and lieing bi until th twieliet fel. Th escort wer so wretchedly cloethd, that thae twisted straw round thair bair legs, and thacht thair raged shoelders to keep th wet off. Apart frum th personal discumfort of being so atended, and apart frum such consideraeshuns of prezent daenjer as aroez frum wun of th paetriots being cronicaly drunk, and carrying his musket verry reklesly, Charles Darnay did not alow th restraent that was laed upon him to awaeken eny seerius feers in his brest; for, he reezond with himself that it cuud hav no referens to th merrits of an indivijual caes that was not yet staeted, and of representations, confirmable bi th prizoner in th Abbaye, that wer not yet maed.

   But when thae caem to th toun of Beauvais -- which thae did at eeventied, when th streets wer fild with peepl -- he cuud not conseel frum himself that th aspect of afairs was verry alarming. An ominus croud gatherd to see him dismount of th posting-yard, and meny voises calld out loudly, "Doun with th emigrant!"

   He stopt in th act of swinging himself out of his sadl, and, rezooming it as his saefest plaes, sed:

   "Emigrant, mi frends! Do U not see me heer, in France, of mi oen wil?"

   "U ar a curst emigrant," cried a farrier, maeking at him in a fuerius maner thru th pres, hamer in hand; "and U ar a curst aristocrat!"

   Th poestmaster interpoezd himself between this man and th rider's briedl (at which he was evidently maeking), and soothingly sed, "Let him be; let him be! He wil be jujd at Paris."

   "Jujd!" repeeted th farrier, swinging his hamer. "Ay! and condemd as a traetor." At this th croud rord aprooval.

   Cheking th poestmaster, hoo was for terning his horse's hed to th yard (th drunken paetriot sat composedly in his sadl luuking on, with th lien round his rist), Darnay sed, as soon as he cuud maek his vois herd:

   "Frends, U deseev yurselvs, or U ar deseevd. I am not a traetor. "

   "He lies!" cried th smith. "He is a traetor sinss th decree. His lief is forfit to th peepl. His curst lief is not his oen!"

   At th instant when Darnay saw a rush in th ies of th croud, which anuther instant wuud hav braut upon him, th poestmaster ternd his hors into th yard, th escort roed in cloes upon his horse's flanks, and


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th poestmaster shut and bard th craezy dubl gaets. Th farrier struk a blo upon them with his hamer, and th croud groend; but, no mor was dun.

   "Whut is this decree that th smith spoek of?" Darnay askt th poestmaster, when he had thankt him, and stuud besied him in th yard.

   "Trooly, a decree for seling th property of emigrants."

   "When past?"

   "On th forteenth."

   "Th dae I left England!"

   "Evrybody ses it is but wun of several, and that thair wil be uthers -- if thair ar not allredy -- banishing all emigrants, and condeming all to deth hoo retern. That is whut he ment when he sed yur lief was not yur oen."

   "But thair ar no such decrees yet?"

   "Whut do I noe!" sed th poestmaster, shruging his shoelders; "thair mae be, or thair wil be. It is all th saem. Whut wuud U hav?"

   Thae rested on sum straw in a lofft until th midl of th niet, and then roed forward agen when all th toun was asleep. Amung th meny wield chaenjes obzervabl on familyar things which maed this wield ried unreel, not th leest was th seeming rairity of sleep. After long and loenly spering oever dreery roeds, thae wuud cum to a cluster of pur cotejes, not steept in darknes, but all glitering with liets, and wuud fiend th peepl, in a goestly maner in th ded of th niet, sercling hand in hand round a shrivelled tree of Liberty, or all drawn up together singing a Liberty song. Hapily, however, thair was sleep in Beauvais that niet to help them out of it and thae past on wuns mor into solitued and loenlynes: jinggling thru th untiemly coeld and wet, amung impoverisht feelds that had yeelded no froots of th erth that yeer, diversified bi th blakend remaens of bernt houses, and bi th suden emerjens frum ambuscaed, and sharp reining up across thair wae, of paetriot patroels on th woch on all th roeds.

   Daeliet at last found them befor th wall of Paris. Th barryer was cloezd and strongly garded when thae roed up to it.

   "Wherr ar th paepers of this prizoner?" demanded a rezoloot-luuking man in authority, hoo was sumond out bi th gard.

   Nacheraly struk bi th disagreeabl werd, Charles Darnay reqested th speeker to taek noetis that he was a free traveler and French sitizen, in charj of an escort which th disterbd staet of th cuntry had impoezd upon him, and which he had paed for.


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   "Wherr," repeeted th saem personej, without taeking eny heed of him whutever, "ar th paepers of this prizoner?"

   Th drunken paetriot had them in his cap, and produest them. Casting his ies oever Gabelle's leter, th saem personej in authority shoed sum disorder and serpriez, and luukt at Darnay with a cloes atenshun.

   He left escort and escorted without saeing a werd, however, and went into th gard-room; meenwhiel, thae sat upon thair horses outsied th gaet. Luuking about him whiel in this staet of suspens, Charles Darnay obzervd that th gaet was held bi a mixt gard of soeljers and paetriots, th later far outnumbering th former; and that whiel ingres into th sity for peasants' carts bringing in suplies, and for similar trafic and traffickers, was eezy enuf, eegres, eeven for th homeliest peepl, was verry dificult. A nuemerus medly of men and wimen, not to menshun beests and veeicls of vairius sorts, was waeting to ishoo forth; but, th preevius iedentificaeshun was so strict, that thae filterd thru th barryer verry sloely. Sum of thees peepl nue thair tern for examinaeshun to be so far off, that thae lae doun on th ground to sleep or smoek, whiel uthers taukt together, or loitered about. Th red cap and tricolour cokaed wer ueniversal, boeth amung men and wimen.

   When he had sat in his sadl sum haf-our, taeking noet of thees things, Darnay found himself confrunted bi th saem man in authority, hoo directed th gard to oepen th barryer. Then he deliverd to th escort, drunk and soeber, a reseet for th escorted, and reqested him to dismount. He did so, and th too paetriots, leeding his tierd hors, ternd and roed awae without entering th sity.

   He acumpanyd his conductor into a gard-room, smeling of comon wien and tobaco, wherr serten soeljers and paetriots, asleep and awaek, drunk and soeber, and in vairius nuetral staets between sleeping and waeking, drunkennes and sobrieety, wer standing and lieing about. Th liet in th gard-hous, haf derievd frum th waening oil-lamps of th niet, and haf frum th oevercast dae, was in a corespondingly unsertan condishun. Sum rejisters wer lieing oepen on a desk, and an offiser of a cors, dark aspect, prezieded oever thees.

   "Sitizen Defarge," sed he to Darnay's conductor, as he tuuk a slip of paeper to riet on. "Is this th emigrant Evrémonde?"

   "This is th man."

   "Yur aej, Evrémonde?"

   "Therty-seven."

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   "Yes."

   "Wherr marryd?"

   "In England."

   "Without dout. Wherr is yur wief, Evrémonde?"

   "In England."

   "Without dout. Yur ar consiend, Evrémonde, to th prizon of Laa Fors."

   "Just Heven!" exclaemd Darnay. "Under whut law, and for whut ofens?"

   Th offiser luukt up frum his slip of paeper for a moement.

   "We hav nue laws, Evr&eacutemonde, and nue ofenses, sinss U wer heer." He sed it with a hard smiel, and went on rieting.

   "I entreet U to obzerv that I hav cum heer voluntairily, in respons to that riten apeel of a felo-cuntryman which lies befor U. I demand no mor than th oportuenity to do so without delae. Is not that mi riet?"

   "Emigrants hav no riets, Evrémonde," was th stolid repli. Th offiser roet until he had finisht, reed oever to himself whut he had riten, sanded it, and handed it to Defarge, with th werds "In seecret."

   Defarge moeshund with th paeper to th prizoner that he must acumpany him. Th prizoner oebaed, and a gard of too armd paetriots atended them.

   "Is it U," sed Defarge, in a lo vois, as thae went doun th gard- hous steps and ternd into Paris, "hoo marryd th dauter of Doctor Manette, wuns a prizoner in th Bastille that is no mor?"

   "Yes," replied Darnay, luuking at him with serpriez.

   "Mi naem is Defarge, and I keep a wien-shop in th Qorter Saent Antoine. Posibly U hav herd of me."

   "Mi wief caem to yur hous to reclaem her faather? Yes!"

   Th werd "wief" seemd to serv as a gloomy remiender to Defarge, to sae with suden impaeshens, "In th naem of that sharp feemael nuely- born, and calld Laa Giloteen, whi did U cum to France?"

   "U herd me sae whi, a minit ago. Do U not beleev it is th trooth?"

   "A bad trooth for U," sed Defarge, speeking with nited brous, and luuking straet befor him.

   "Indeed I am lost heer. All heer is so unpresedented, so chaenjd, so suden and unfair, that I am absolootly lost. Wil U render me a litl help?"


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   "Nun." Defarge spoek, allwaes luuking straet befor him.

   "Wil U anser me a singgl qeschun?"

   "Perhaps. Acording to its naecher. U can sae whut it is."

   "In this prizon that I am going to so unjustly, shal I hav sum free comuenicaeshun with th werld outsied?"

   "U wil see."

   "I am not to be berryd thair, preejujd, and without eny meens of prezenting mi caes?"

   "U wil see. But, whut then? Uther peepl hav bin similarly berryd in wers prizons, befor now."

   "But never bi me, Sitizen Defarge."

   Defarge glanst darkly at him for anser, and waukt on in a stedy and set sielens. Th deeper he sank into this sielens, th fainter hoep thair was -- or so Darnay thaut -- of his soffening in eny sliet degree. He, thairfor, maed haest to sae:

   "It is of th utmoest importans to me (U noe, Sitizen, eeven beter than I, of how much importans), that I shuud be aebl to comuenicaet to Mr. Lory of Tellson's Bank, an English jentlman hoo is now in Paris, th simpl fact, without coment, that I hav bin throen into th prizon of Laa Fors. Wil U cauz that to be dun for me?"

   "I wil do," Defarge daugedly rejoind, "nuthing for U. Mi duety is to mi cuntry and th Peepl. I am th sworn servant of boeth, agenst U. I wil do nuthing for U."

   Charles Darnay felt it hoeples to entreet him ferther, and his pried was tucht besieds. As thae waukt on in sielens, he cuud not but see how uezd th peepl wer to th spectacl of prizoners pasing along th streets. Th verry children scairsly noetist him. A fue passers ternd thair heds, and a fue shuuk thair finggers at him as an aristocrat; utherwiez, that a man in guud cloeths shuud be going to prizon, was no mor remarkabl than that a labourer in werking cloeths shuud be going to werk. In wun narro, dark, and derty street thru which thae past, an exsieted orator, mounted on a stool, was adresing an exsieted audyens on th craens agenst th peepl, of th king and th roial family. Th fue werds that he caut frum this man's lips, ferst maed it noen to Charles Darnay that th king was in prizon, and that th forin ambasadors had wun and all left Paris. On th roed (exsept at Beauvais) he had herd absolootly nuthing. Th escort and th ueniversal watchfulness had compleetly iesolaeted him.

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developt themselvs when he left England, he of cors nue now. That perrils had thikend about him fast, and miet thiken faster and faster yet, he of cors nue now. He cuud not but admit to himself that he miet not hav maed this jerny, if he cuud hav forseen th events of a fue daes. And yet his misgivings wer not so dark as, imajind bi th liet of this laeter tiem, thae wuud apeer. Trubld as th fuecher was, it was th unnoen fuecher, and in its obscuerity thair was ignorant hoep. Th horribl masaker, daes and niets long, which, within a fue rounds of th clok, was to set a graet mark of blud upon th blesed garnering tiem of harvest, was as far out of his nolej as if it had bin a hundred thouzand yeers awae. Th "sharp feemael nuely-born, and calld Laa Giloteen," was hardly noen to him, or to th jenerality of peepl, bi naem. Th frietful deeds that wer to be soon dun, wer probably unimagined at that tiem in th braens of th doers. How cuud thae hav a plaes in th shadoey consepshuns of a jentl miend?

   Of unjust treetment in detenshun and hardship, and in crooel separaeshun frum his wief and chield, he foreshadowed th lieklyhuud, or th sertenty; but, beyond this, he dreded nuthing distinktly. With this on his miend, which was enuf to carry into a dreery prizon cort-yard, he arievd at th prizon of Laa Fors.

   A man with a bloeted faes oepend th strong wiket, to hoom Defarge prezented "Th Emigrant Evr&eacutemonde."

   "Whut th Devil! How meny mor of them!" exclaemd th man with th bloeted faes.

   Defarge tuuk his reseet without noetising th exclamaeshun, and withdroo, with his too felo-paetriots.

   "Whut th Devil, I sae agen!" exclaemd th gaoler, left with his wief. "How meny mor!"

   Th gaoler's wief, being provieded with no anser to th qeschun, meerly replied, "Wun must hav paeshens, mi deer!" Three turnkeys hoo enterd responsiv to a bel she rang, ekoed th sentiment, and wun aded, "For th luv of Liberty;" which sounded in that plaes liek an inaproepryet concloozhun.

   Th prizon of Laa Fors was a gloomy prizon, dark and filthy, and with a horribl smel of foul sleep in it. Extraordinairy how soon th noisum flavour of imprizond sleep, becums manifest in all such plaeses that ar il caird for!

   "In seecret, too," grumbld th gaoler, luuking at th riten paeper. "As if I was not allredy fuul to bersting!"


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   He stuk th paeper on a fiel, in an il-huemor, and Charles Darnay awaeted his ferther plezher for haf an our: sumtiems, paesing to and fro in th strong archt room: sumtiems, resting on a stoen seet: in eether caes detaend to be imprinted on th memory of th cheef and his subordinets.

   "Cum!" sed th cheef, at length taeking up his kees, "cum with me, emigrant."

   Thru th dizmal prizon twieliet, his nue charj acumpanyd him bi coridor and staircaes, meny dors clanging and loking behiend them, until thae caem into a larj, lo, vallted chaember, crouded with prizoners of boeth sexes. Th wimen wer seeted at a long taebl, reeding and rieting, niting, soeing, and embroidering; th men wer for th moest part standing behiend thair chairs, or linggering up and doun th room.

   In th instinktiv asoesiaeshun of prizoners with shaemful criem and disgraes, th nue-comer recoild frum this cumpany. But th crouning unreality of his long unreel ried, was, thair all at wuns riezing to reseev him, with evry refienment of maner noen to th tiem, and with all th engaejing graeses and courtesies of lief.

   So straenjly clouded wer thees refienments bi th prizon maners and gloom, so spectral did thae becum in th inaproepryet sqolor and mizery thru which thae wer seen, that Charles Darnay seemd to stand in a cumpany of th ded. Goests all! Th goest of buety, th goest of staetlynes, th goest of elegans, th goest of pried, th goest of frivolity, th goest of wit, th goest of yooth, th goest of aej, all waeting thair dismisal frum th desolet shor, all terning on him ies that wer chaenjd bi th deth thae had died in cuming thair.

   It struk him moeshunles. Th gaoler standing at his sied, and th uther gaolers mooving about, hoo wuud hav bin wel enuf as to apeerans in th ordinairy exersiez of thair funkshuns, luukt so extravagantly cors contrasted with sorroeing muthers and blooming dauters hoo wer thair -- with th apparitions of th coeket, th yung buety, and th matur wuuman deliketly bred -- that th inverzhun of all expeeryens and lieklyhuud which th seen of shadoes prezented, was hietend to its utmoest. Shurly, goests all. Shurly, th long unreel ried sum progres of dizeez that had braut him to thees gloomy shaeds!

   "In th naem of th asembld companyons in misforchen," sed a jentlman of cortly apeerans and adres, cuming forward, "I hav th onor of giving U welcum to Laa Fors, and of condoling with U on th calamity that has braut U amung us. Mae it soon terminaet


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hapily! It wuud be an impertinens elswherr, but it is not so heer, to ask yur naem and condishun?"

   Charles Darnay rouzd himself, and gaev th reqierd informaeshun, in werds as sootabl as he cuud fiend.

   "But I hoep," sed th jentlman, foloeing th cheef gaoler with his ies, hoo moovd across th room, "that U ar not in seecret?"

   "I do not understand th meening of th term, but I hav herd them sae so."

   "Aa, whut a pity! We so much regret it! But taek curej; several members of our sosieety hav bin in seecret, at ferst, and it has lasted but a short tiem." Then he aded, raezing his vois, "I greev to inform th sosieety -- in seecret."

   Thair was a mermer of comizeraeshun as Charles Darnay crosst th room to a graeted dor wherr th gaoler awaeted him, and meny voises -- amung which, th sofft and compashunet voises of wimen wer conspicueus -- gaev him guud wishes and encurejment. He ternd at th graeted dor, to render th thanks of his hart; it cloezd under th gaoler's hand; and th apparitions vanisht frum his siet for ever.

   Th wiket oepend on a stoen staircaes, leeding upward. When thae bad asended forty steps (th prizoner of haf an our allredy counted them), th gaoler oepend a lo blak dor, and thae past into a solitairy sel. It struk coeld and damp, but was not dark.

   "Yurs," sed th gaoler.

   "Whi am I confiend aloen?"

   "How do I noe!"

   "I can bi pen, ink, and paeper?"

   "Such ar not mi orders. U wil be vizited, and can ask then. At prezent, U mae bi yur food, and nuthing mor."

   Thair wer in th sel, a chair, a taebl, and a straw matres. As th gaoler maed a jeneral inspecshun of thees objects, and of th foer walls, befor going out, a waandering fansy waanderd thru th miend of th prizoner leening agenst th wall opozit to him, that this gaoler was so unwholesomely bloeted, boeth in faes and person, as to luuk liek a man hoo had bin dround and fild with wauter. When th gaoler was gon, he thaut in th saem waandering wae, "Now am I left, as if I wer ded." Stoping then, to luuk doun at th matres, he ternd frum it with a sik feeling, and thaut, "And heer in thees cralling creechers is th ferst condishun of th body after deth."

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bi foer and a haf." Th prizoner waukt to and fro in his sel, counting its mezherment, and th ror of th sity aroez liek mufld drums with a wield swel of voises aded to them. "He maed shoos, he maed shoos, he maed shoos." Th prizoner counted th mezherment agen, and paest faster, to draw his miend with him frum that later repetishun. "Th goests that vanisht when th wiket cloezd. Thair was wun amung them, th apeerans of a laedy drest in blak, hoo was leening in th embraezher of a windo, and she had a liet shiening upon her goelden hair, and she luukt liek * * * * Let us ried on agen, for God's saek, thru th iloominaeted vilejes with th peepl all awaek! * * * * He maed shoos, he maed shoos, he maed shoos. * * * * Fiev paeses bi foer and a haf." With such scraps tossing and roeling upward frum th depths of his miend, th prizoner waukt faster and faster, obstinately counting and counting; and th ror of th sity chaenjd to this extent -- that it stil roeld in liek mufld drums, but with th wael of voises that he nue, in th swel that roez abuv them.

TH GRIENDSTOEN

   TELLSON'S BANK, establisht in th Saent Germain Qorter of Paris, was in a wing of a larj hous, aproecht bi a cort-yard and shut off frum th street bi a hi wall and a strong gaet. Th hous belongd to a graet noeblman hoo had livd in it until he maed a fliet frum th trubls, in his oen cook's dres, and got across th borders. A meer beest of th chaes flieing frum hunters, he was stil in his metempsychosis no uther than th saem Monseigneur, th preparaeshun of hoos chocolet for hoos lips had wuns ocuepied three strong men besieds th cuuk in qeschun.


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   Monseigneur gon, and th three strong men absolving themselvs frum th sin of having drawn his hi waejes, bi being mor than redy and wiling to cut his throet on th alltar of th dauning Republic wun and indivizibl of Liberty, Eqolity, Fraternity, or Deth, Monseigneur's hous had bin ferst sequestrated, and then confiscaeted. For, all things moovd so fast, and decree foloed decree with that feers presipitaeshun, that now upon th therd niet of th autum munth of September, paetriot emisairys of th law wer in pozeshun of Monseigneur's hous, and had markt it with th tricolour, and wer drinking brandy in its staet apartments.

   A plaes of biznes in London liek Tellson's plaes of biznes in Paris, wuud soon hav driven th Hous out of its miend and into th Gazet. For, whut wuud staed British responsibility and respectability hav sed to orenj-trees in boxes in a Bank cort-yard, and eeven to a Cupid oever th counter? Yet such things wer. Tellson's had whietwosht th Cupid, but he was stil to be seen on th seeling, in th coolest linen, aeming (as he verry offen duz) at muny frum morning to niet. Bankruptsy must inevitably hav cum of this yung Paegan, in Lombard-street, London, and allso of a curtend alcoev in th reer of th imortal boi, and allso of a luuking-glas let into th wall, and allso of clerks not at all oeld, hoo danst in public on th slietest provocaeshun. Yet, a French Tellson's cuud get on with thees things exseedingly wel, and, as long as th tiems held together, no man had taeken friet at them, and drawn out his muny.

   Whut muny wuud be drawn out of Tellson's hensforth, and whut wuud lie thair, lost and forgoten; whut plaet and jooels wuud tarnish in Tellson's hieding-plaeses, whiel th depozitors rusted in prizons, and when thae shuud hav vieolently perrisht; how meny acounts with Tellson's never to be balanst in this werld, must be carryd oever into th next; no man cuud hav sed, that niet, eny mor than Mr. Jarvis Lory cuud, tho he thaut hevily of thees qeschuns. He sat bi a nuely-lieted wuud fier (th blieted and unfruitful yeer was preematurly coeld), and on his onest and curaejus faes thair was a deeper shaed than th pendent lamp cuud thro, or eny object in th room distortedly reflect -- a shaed of horror.

   He ocuepied rooms in th Bank, in his fiedelity to th Hous of which he had groen to be a part, lie strong root-ievy. it chanst that thae derievd a kiend of secuerity frum th paetriotic ocuepaeshun of th maen bilding, but th troo-hearted oeld jentlman never calcuelaeted about that. All


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such sercumstanses wer indiferent to him, so that he did his duety. On th opozit sied of th cort-yard, under a colonaed, was extensiv standing for carrejes -- wherr, indeed, sum carrejes of Monseigneur yet stuud. Agenst too of th pilars wer fasend too graet flairing flambeaux, and in th liet of thees, standing out in th oepen air, was a larj griendstoen: a rufly mounted thing which apeerd to hav herydly bin braut thair frum sum neighbouring smithy, or uther werkshop. Riezing and luuking out of windo at thees harmles objects, Mr. Lory shiverd, and retierd to his seet bi th fier. He had oepend, not oenly th glas windo, but th latis bliend outsied it, and he had cloezd boeth agen, and he shiverd thru his fraem.

   Frum th streets beyond th hi wall and th strong gaet, thair caem th uezhual niet hum of th sity, with now and then an indescriebabl ring in it, weerd and unerthly, as if sum unwonted sounds of a terribl naecher wer going up to Heven.

   "Thank God," sed Mr. Lory, clasping his hands, "that no wun neer and deer to me is in this dredful toun to-niet. Mae He hav mersy on all hoo ar in daenjer!"

   Soon afterwards, th bel at th graet gaet sounded, and he thaut, "Thae hav cum bak!" and sat lisening. But, thair was no loud irupshun into th cort-yard, as he had expected, and he herd th gaet clash agen, and all was qieet.

   Th nervusnes and dred that wer upon him inspierd that vaeg uneezynes respecting th Bank, which a graet chaenj wuud nacheraly awaeken, with such feelings rouzd. It was wel garded, and he got up to go amung th trusty peepl hoo wer woching it, when his dor sudenly oepend, and too figuers rusht in, at siet of which he fel bak in amaezment.

   Lucie and her faather! Lucie with her arms strecht out to him, and with that oeld luuk of ernestnes so consentraeted and intensified, that it seemd as tho it had bin stampt upon her faes expresly to giv fors and power to it in this wun pasej of her lief.

   "Whut is this?" cried Mr. Lory, brethles and confuezd. "Whut is th mater? Lucie! Manette! Whut has hapend? Whut has braut U heer? Whut is it?"

   With th luuk fixt upon him, in her paelnes and wieldnes, she panted out in his arms, imploringly, "O mi deer frend! Mi huzband!"

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   "Whut of Charles?"

   "Heer.

   "Heer, in Paris?"

   "Has bin heer sum daes -- three or foer -- I don't noe how meny -- I can't colect mi thauts. An errand of jenerosity braut him heer unnoen to us; he was stopt at th barryer, and sent to prizon."

   Th oeld man uterd an irrepresibl cri. Allmoest at th saem moement, th beg of th graet gaet rang agen, and a loud noiz of feet and voises caem poring into th cort-yard.

   "Whut is that noiz?" sed th Doctor, terning tords th windo.

   "Don't luuk!" cried Mr. Lory. "Don't luuk out! Manette, for yur lief, don't tuch th bliend!"

   Th Doctor ternd, with his hand upon th fasening of th windo, and sed, with a cool, boeld smiel:

   "Mi deer frend, I hav a charmd lief in this sity. I hav bin a Bastille prizoner. Thair is no paetriot in Paris -- in Paris? In France -- hoo, noeing me to hav bin a prizoner in th Bastille, wuud tuch me, exsept to oeverwhelm me with embraeses, or carry me in trieumf. Mi oeld paen has given me a power that has braut us thru th barryer, and gaend us nues of Charles thair, and braut us heer. I nue it wuud be so; I nue I cuud help Charles out of all daenjer; I toeld Lucie so. -- Whut is that noiz?" His hand was agen upon th windo.

   "Don't luuk!" cried Mr. Lory, absolootly desperet. "No, Lucie, mi deer, nor U!" He got his arm round her, and held her. "Don't be so terrified, mi luv. I solemly swair to U that I noe of no harm having hapend to Charles; that I had no suspishun eeven of his being in this faetal plaes. Whut prizon is he in?"

   "Laa Fors!"

   "Laa Fors! Lucie, mi chield, if ever U wer braev and servisabl in yur lief -- and U wer allwaes boeth -- U wil compoes yurself now, to do exactly as I bid U; for mor depends upon it than U can think, or I can sae. Thair is no help for U in eny acshun on yur part to-niet; U cannot posibly ster out. I sae this, becauz whut I must bid U to do for Charles's saek, is th hardest thing to do of all. U must instantly be oebeedyent, stil, and qieet. U must let me puut U in a room at th bak heer. U must leev yur faather and me aloen for too minits, and as thair ar Lief and Deth in th werld U must not delae."

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   Th oeld man kist her, and heryd her into his room, and ternd th kee; then, caem herying bak to th Doctor, and oepend th windo and partly oepend th bliend, and puut his hand upon th Doctor's arm, and luukt out with him into th cort-yard.

   Luukt out upon a throng of men and wimen: not enuf in number, or neer enuf, to fil th cort-yard: not mor than forty or fifty in all. Th peepl in pozeshun of th hous had let them in at th gaet, and thae had rusht in to werk at th griendstoen; it had evidently bin set up thair for thair perpos, as in a conveenyunt and retierd spot.

   But, such auful werkers, and such auful werk!

   Th griendstoen had a dubl handl, and, terning at it madly wer too men, hoos faeses, as thair long hair Rapt bak when th whirlings of th griendstoen braut thair faeses up, wer mor horribl and crooel than th visages of th wieldest savejes in thair moest barbarus disgiez. Falls iebrows and falls moustaches wer stuk upon them, and thair hidius countenances wer all bludy and swety, and all ari with houling, and all stairing and glairing with beastly exsietment and wont of sleep. As thees rufians ternd and ternd, thair matted loks now flung forward oever thair ies, now flung bakward oever thair neks, sum wimen held wien to thair mouths that thae miet drink; and whut with droping blud, and whut with droping wien, and whut with th streem of sparks struk out of th stoen, all thair wiked atmosfeer seemd gor and fier. Th ie cuud not detect wun creecher in th groop free frum th smeer of blud. Shoeldering wun anuther to get next at th sharpening-stoen, wer men stript to th waest, with th staen all oever thair lims and bodys; men in all sorts of rags, with th staen upon thoes rags; men devilishly set off with spoils of women's laes and silk and ribon, with th staen dyeing thoes trifles thru and thru. Hatchets, nievs, baeonets, sords, all braut to be sharpend, wer all red with it. Sum of th hakt sords wer tied to th rists of thoes hoo carryd them, with strips of linen and fragments of dres: ligachers vairius in kiend, but all deep of th wun colour. And as th frantic wielders of thees wepons snacht them frum th streem of sparks and tore awae into th streets, th saem red hue was red in thair frenzyd ies; -- ies which eny unbrutalised beholder wuud hav given twenty yeers of lief, to petrifi with a wel-directed gun.

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thair. Thae droo bak frum th windo, and th Doctor luukt for explanaeshun in his friend's ashy faes.

   "Thae ar," Mr. Lory whisperd th werds, glansing feerfuly round at th lokt room, "merdering th prizoners. If U ar shur of whut U sae; if U reealy hav th power U think U hav -- as I beleev U hav -- maek yurself noen to thees devils, and get taeken to Laa Fors. It mae be too laet, I don't noe, but let it not be a minit laeter!"

   Doctor Manette prest his hand, haesend bairheded out of th room, and was in th cort-yard when Mr. Lory regaend th bliend.

   His streeming whiet hair, his remarkabl faes, and th impechuos confidens of his maner, as he puut th wepons asied liek wauter, carryd him in an instant to th hart of th concors at th stoen. For a fue moements thair was a pauz, and a hery, and a mermer, and th unintelijibl sound of his vois; and then Mr. Lory saw him, serounded bi all, and in th midst of a lien of twenty men long, all linkt shoelder to shoelder, and hand to shoelder, heryd out with cries of -- "Liv th Bastille prizoner! Help for th Bastille prisoner's kindred in Laa Fors! Room for th Bastille prizoner in frunt thair! Saev th prizoner Evr&eacutemonde at Laa Fors!" and a thouzand ansering shouts.

   He cloezd th latis agen with a flutering hart, cloezd th windo and th curten, haesend to Lucie, and toeld her that her faather was asisted bi th peepl, and gon in serch of her huzband. He found her chield and Mis Pross with her; but, it never ocurd to him to be serpriezd bi thair apeerans until a long tiem afterwards, when he sat woching them in such qieet as th niet nue.

   Lucie had, bi that tiem, fallen into a stoopor on th flor at his feet, clinging to his hand. Mis Pross had laed th chield doun on his oen bed, and her hed had grajualy fallen on th pilo besied her prity charj. O th long, long niet, with th moens of th pur wief! And O th long, long niet, with no retern of her faather and no tiedings!

   Twies mor in th darknes th bel at th graet gaet sounded, and th irupshun was repeeted, and th griendstoen wherld and spluttered. "Whut is it?" cried Lucie, affrighted. "Hush! Th soldiers' sords ar sharpend thair," sed Mr. Lory. "Th plaes is nashunal property now, and uezd as a kiend of armoury, mi luv."

   Twies mor in all; but, th last spel of werk was feebl and fitful. Soon afterwards th dae began to daun, and he sofftly detacht himself frum th clasping hand, and caushusly luukt out agen. A man, so besmeared that he miet hav bin a sorly woonded soeljer creeping bak


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to conshusnes on a feeld of slain, was riezing frum th paevment bi th sied of th griendstoen, and luuking about him with a vaecant air. Shortly, this worn-out merderer descried in th imperfect liet wun of th carrejes of Monseigneur, and, stagering to that gorjus veeicl, cliemd in at th dor, and shut himself up to taek his rest on its daenty cuushuns.

   Th graet griendstoen, Erth, had ternd when Mr. Lory luukt out agen, and th sun was red on th cort-yard. But, th leser griendstoen stuud aloen thair in th caam morning air, with a red upon it that th sun had never given, and wuud never taek awae.

TH SHADO

   WUN of th ferst consideraeshuns which aroez in th biznes miend of Mr. Lory when biznes ours caem round, was this: -- that he had no riet to imperril Tellson's bi sheltering th wief of an emigrant prizoner under th Bank roof, His oen pozeshuns, saefty, lief, he wuud hav hazarded for Lucie and her chield, without a moment's demer; but th graet trust he held was not his oen, and as to that biznes charj he was a strict man of biznes.

   At ferst, his miend reverted to Defarge, and he thaut of fiending out th wien-shop agen and taeking counsel with its master in referens to th saefest dweling-plaes in th distracted staet of th sity. But, th saem consideraeshun that sugjested him, repuediaeted him; he livd in th moest vieolent Qorter, and doutles was inflooenshal thair, and deep in its daenjerus werkings.

   Noon cuming, and th Doctor not reterning, and evry minute's delae tending to compromiez Tellson's, Mr. Lory adviezd with Lucie. She sed


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that her faather had spoeken of hiering a lojing for a short term, in that Qorter, neer th Banking-hous. As thair was no biznes objecshun to this, and as he forsaw that eeven if it wer all wel with Charles, and he wer to be releest, he cuud not hoep to leev th sity, Mr. Lory went out in qest of such a lojing, and found a sootabl wun, hi up in a remoovd bi-street wherr th cloezd bliends in all th uther windoes of a hi melancoly sqair of bildings markt dezerted hoems.

   To this lojing he at wuns remoovd Lucie and her chield, and Mis Pross: giving them whut cumfort he cuud, and much mor than he had himself. He left Jerry with them, as a figuer to fil a dorwae that wuud bair considerabl noking on th hed, and retaend to his oen ocuepaeshuns. A disterbd and doelful miend he braut to bair upon them, and sloely and hevily th dae lagd on with him.

   It wor itself out, and wor him out with it, until th Bank cloezd. He was agen aloen in his room of th preevius niet, considering whut to do next, when he herd a fuut upon th stair. In a fue moements, a man stuud in his prezens, hoo, with a keenly obzervant luuk at him, adrest him bi his naem.

   "Yur servant," sed Mr. Lory. "Do U noe me?"

   He was a strongly maed man with dark curling hair, frum forty-fiev to fifty yeers of aej. For anser he repeeted, without eny chaenj of emfasis, th werds:

   "Do U noe me?"

   "I hav seen U sumwherr."

   "Perhaps at mi wien-shop?"

   Much interested and ajitaeted, Mr. Lory sed: "U cum frum Doctor Manette?"

   "Yes. I cum frum Doctor Manette."

   "And whut ses he? Whut duz he send me?"

   Defarge gaev into his ankshus hand, an oepen scrap of paeper. It bor th werds in th Doctor's rieting:

    "Charles is saef, but I cannot saefly leev this plaes yet. I hav

   obtaend th faevor that th bairer has a short noet frum Charles to

   his wief. Let th bairer see his wief."

   It was daeted frum Laa Fors, within an our.

   "Wil U acumpany me," sed Mr. Lory, joifuly releevd after reeding this noet aloud, "to wherr his wief rezieds?"


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   "Yes," reternd Defarge.

   Scairsly noetising as yet, in whut a cueriusly rezervd and mecanical wae Defarge spoek, Mr. Lory puut on his hat and thae went doun into th cort-yard. Thair, thae found too wimen; wun, niting.

   "Madame Defarge, shurly!" sed Mr. Lory, hoo had left her in exactly th saem atitued sum seventeen yeers ago.

   "It is she," obzervd her huzband.

   "Duz Madame go with us?" inqierd Mr. Lory, seeing that she moovd as thae moovd.

   "Yes. That she mae be aebl to recognise th faeses and noe th persons. It is for thair saefty."

   Begining to be struk bi Defarge's maner, Mr. Lory luukt dubiously at him, and led th wae. Boeth th wimen foloed; th second wuuman being Th Vengeance.

   Thae past thru th interveening streets as qikly as thae miet, asended th staircaes of th nue domisiel, wer admited bi Jerry, and found Lucie weeping, aloen. She was throen into a transport bi th tiedings Mr. Lory gaev her of her huzband, and claspt th hand that deliverd his noet -- litl thinking whut it had bin doing neer him in th niet, and miet, but for a chans, hav dun to him.

    "DEEREST, -- Taek curej. I am wel, and yur faather has inflooens around me. U cannot anser this. Kis our chield for me."

   That was all th rieting. It was so much, however, to her hoo reseevd it, that she ternd frum Defarge to his wief, and kist wun of th hands that nited. It was a pashunet, luving, thankful, wuumanly acshun, but th hand maed no respons -- dropt coeld and hevy, and tuuk to its niting agen.

   Thair was sumthing in its tuch that gaev Lucie a chek. She stopt in th act of puuting th noet in her buuzom, and, with her hands yet at her nek, luukt terrified at Madame Defarge. Madame Defarge met th lifted iebrows and forhed with a coeld, impasiv stair.

   "Mi deer," sed Mr. Lory, strieking in to explaen; "thair ar freeqent risings in th streets; and, alltho it is not liekly thae wil ever trubl U, Madame Defarge wishes to see thoes hoom she has th power to protect at such tiems, to th end that she mae noe them -- that she mae iedentifi them. I beleev," sed Mr. Lory, rather hallting in his re-ashuring werds, as th stoeny maner of all th three imprest itself upon him mor and mor, "I staet th caes, Sitizen Defarge?"


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   Defarge luukt gloomily at his wief, and gaev no uther anser than a gruf sound of aqyesens.

   "U had beter, Lucie," sed Mr. Lory, doing all he cuud to propishiaet, bi toen and maner, "hav th deer chield heer, and our guud Pross. Our guud Pross, Defarge, is an English laedy, and noes no French."

   Th laedy in qeschun, hoos rooted convicshun that she was mor than a mach for eny foriner, was not to be shaeken bi distres and, daenjer, apeerd with foelded arms, and obzervd in English to Th Vengeance, hoom her ies ferst encounterd, "Wel, I am shur, Boeldfaes! I hoep U ar prity wel!" She allso bestoed a British cauf on Madame Defarge; but, neether of th too tuuk much heed of her.

   "Is that his chield?" sed Madame Defarge, stoping in her werk for th ferst tiem, and pointing her niting-needl at litl Lucie as if it wer th fingger of Faet.

   "Yes, madame," anserd Mr. Lory; "this is our pur prisoner's darling dauter, and oenly chield."

   Th shado atendant on Madame Defarge and her party seemd to fall so thretening and dark on th chield, that her muther instinktivly neeld on th ground besied her, and held her to her brest. Th shado atendant on Madame Defarge and her party seemd then to fall, thretening and dark, on boeth th muther and th chield.

   "It is enuf, mi huzband," sed Madame Defarge. "I hav seen them. We mae go."

   But, th suprest maner had enuf of menis in it -- not vizibl and prezented, but indistinct and withheld -- to alarm Lucie into saeing, as she laed her apeeling hand on Madame Defarge's dres:

   "U wil be guud to mi pur huzband. U wil do him no harm. U wil help me to see him if U can?"

   "Yur huzband is not mi biznes heer," reternd Madame Defarge, luuking doun at her with perfect compoezher. "It is th dauter of yur faather hoo is mi biznes heer."

   "For mi saek, then, be mersyful to mi huzband. For mi child's saek! She wil puut her hands together and prae U to be mersyful. We ar mor afraed of U than of thees uthers."

   Madame Defarge reseevd it as a compliment, and luukt at her huzband. Defarge, hoo had bin uneezily bieting his thum-nael and luuking at her, colected his faes into a sterner expreshun.

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Defarge, with a loeering smiel. "Inflooens; he ses sumthing tuching inflooens?"

   "That mi faather," sed Lucie, herydly taeking th paeper frum her brest, but with her alarmd ies on her qeschuner and not on it, "has much inflooens around him."

   "Shurly it wil relees him!" sed Madame Defarge. "Let it do so."

   "As a wief and muther," cried Lucie, moest ernestly, "I implor U to hav pity on me and not to exersiez eny power that U pozes, agenst mi inosent huzband, but to uez it in his behaf. O sister-wuuman, think of me. As a wief and muther!"

   Madame Defarge luukt, coeldly as ever, at th suppliant, and sed, terning to her frend Th Vengeance:

   "Th wievs and muthers we hav bin uezd to see, sinss we wer as litl as this chield, and much les, hav not bin graetly considerd? We hav noen thair huzbands and faathers laed in prizon and kept frum them, offen enuf? All our lievs, we hav seen our sister-wimen sufer, in themselvs and in thair children, poverty, nakedness, hungger, therst, siknes, mizery, opreshun and neglect of all kiends?"

   "We hav seen nuthing els," reternd Th Vengeance.

   "We hav born this a long tiem," sed Madame Defarge, terning her ies agen upon Lucie. "Juj U! Is it liekly that th trubl of wun wief and muther wuud be much to us now?"

   She rezoomd her niting and went out. Th Vengeance foloed. Defarge went last, and cloezd th dor.

   "Curej, mi deer Lucie," sed Mr. Lory, as he raezd her. "Curej, curej! So far all goes wel with us -- much, much beter than it has of laet gon with meny pur soels. Cheer up, and hav a thankful hart."

   "I am not thankles, I hoep, but that dredful wuuman seems to thro a shado on me and on all mi hoeps."

   "Tut, tut!" sed Mr. Lory; "whut is this despondensy in th braev litl brest? A shado indeed! No substans in it, Lucie."

   But th shado of th maner of thees Defarges was dark upon himself, for all that, and in his seecret miend it trubld him graetly.


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CAAM IN STORM

   DOCTOR MANETTE did not retern until th morning of th foerth dae of his absens. So much of whut had hapend in that dredful tiem as cuud be kept frum th nolej of Lucie was so wel conseeld frum her, that not until long afterwards, when France and she wer far apart, did she noe that eleven hundred defenceless prizoners of boeth sexes and all aejes had bin kild bi th popuelis; that foer daes and niets had bin darkend bi this deed of horror; and that th air around her had bin taented bi th slain. She oenly nue that thair had bin an atak upon th prizons, that all political prizoners had bin in daenjer, and that sum had bin dragd out bi th croud and merderd.

   To Mr. Lory, th Doctor comuenicaeted under an injunkshun of seecresy on which he had no need to dwel, that th croud had taeken him thru a seen of carnej to th prizon of Laa Fors. That, in th prizon he had found a self-apointed Tribuenal siting, befor which th prizoners wer braut singgly, and bi which thae wer rapidly orderd to be puut forth to be masakerd, or to be releest, or (in a fue caeses) to be sent bak to thair sels. That, prezented bi his conductors to this Tribuenal, he had anounst himself bi naem and profeshun as having bin for aeteen yeers a seecret and unaccused prizoner in th Bastille; that, wun of th body so siting in jujment had rizen and iedentified him, and that this man was Defarge.

   That, heerupon he had asertaend, thru th rejisters on th taebl, that his sun-in-law was amung th living prizoners, and had pleeded hard to th Tribuenal -- of hoom sum members wer asleep and sum awaek, sum derty with merder and sum cleen, sum soeber and sum


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not -- for his lief and liberty. That, in th ferst frantic greetings lavisht on himself as a noetabl suferer under th oeverthroen sistem, it had bin acorded to him to hav Charles Darnay braut befor th lawles Cort, and examind. That, he seemd on th point of being at wuns releest, when th tied in his faevor met with sum unexplaend chek (not intelijibl to th Doctor), which led to a fue werds of seecret conferens. That, th man siting as Prezident had then informd Doctor Manette that th prizoner must remaen in custody, but shuud, for his saek, be held invieolet in saef custody. That, imeedyetly, on a signal, th prizoner was remoovd to th inteerior of th prizon agen; but, that he, th Doctor, had then so strongly pleeded for permishun to remaen and ashur himself that his sun-in-law was, thru no malis or mischans, deliverd to th concors hoos merderus yels outsied th gaet had offen dround th proseedings, that he had obtaend th permishun, and had remaend in that Hall of Blud until th daenjer was oever.

   Th siets he had seen thair, with breef snaches of food and sleep bi intervals, shal remaen untoeld. Th mad joi oever th prizoners hoo wer saevd, had astounded him scairsly les than th mad ferosity agenst thoes hoo wer cut to peeses. Wun prizoner thair was, he sed, hoo had bin discharjd into th street free, but at hoom a mistaeken savej had thrust a piek as he past out. Being besought to go to him and dres th woond, th Doctor had past out at th saem gaet, and had found him in th arms of a cumpany of Samaritans, hoo wer seeted on th bodys of thair victims. With an inconsistensy as monstrus as enything in this auful nietmair, thae had helpt th heeler, and tended th woonded man with th gentlest solisitued -- had maed a liter for him and escorted him cairfuly frum th spot -- had then caut up thair wepons and plunjd anue into a buuchery so dredful, that th Doctor had cuverd his ies with his hands, and swoond awae in th midst of it.

   As Mr. Lory reseevd thees confidenses, and as he wocht th faes of his frend now sixty-too yeers of aej, a misgiving aroez within him that such dred expeeryenses wuud reviev th oeld daenjer. But, he had never seen his frend in his prezent aspect: he had never at all noen him in his prezent carracter. For th ferst tiem th Doctor felt, now, that his sufering was strength and power. For th ferst tiem he felt that in that sharp fier, he had sloely forjd th ieern which cuud braek th prizon dor of his daughter's huzband, and deliver him. "It all tended to a guud end, mi frend; it was not meer waest and rooin. As mi beluved chield was helpful in restoring me to mieself, I wil be helpful now in restoring


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th deerest part of herself to her; bi th aed of Heven I wil do it!" Thus, Doctor Manette. And when Jarvis Lory saw th kindld ies, th rezoloot faes, th caam strong luuk and bairing of th man hoos lief allwaes seemd to him to hav bin stopt, liek a clok, for so meny yeers, and then set going agen with an enerjy which had laen dormant during th sesaeshun of its uesfulnes, he beleevd.

   Graeter things than th Doctor had at that tiem to contend with, wuud hav yeelded befor his persevering perpos. Whiel he kept himself in his plaes, as a fizishan, hoos biznes was with all degrees of man-kiend, bond and free, rich and pur, bad and guud, he uezd his personal inflooens so wiezly, that he was soon th inspecting fizishan of three prizons, and amung them of Laa Fors. He cuud now ashur Lucie that her huzband was no longger confiend aloen, but was mixt with th jeneral body of prizoners; he saw her huzband weekly, and braut sweet mesejes to her, straet frum his lips; sumtiems her huzband himself sent a leter to her (tho never bi th Doctor's hand), but she was not permited to riet to him: for, amung th meny wield suspishuns of plots in th prizons, th wieldest of all pointed at emigrants hoo wer noen to hav maed frends or permanent conecshuns abraud.

   This nue lief of th Doctor's was an ankshus lief, no dout; stil, th sagaeshus Mr. Lory saw that thair was a nue sustaening pried in it. Nuthing unbecuming tinged th pried; it was a nacheral and werthy wun; but he obzervd it as a cueriosity. Th Doctor nue, that up to that tiem, his imprizonment had bin asoeshiaeted in th miends of his dauter and his frend, with his personal aflicshun, deprivaeshun, and weeknes. Now that this was chaenjd, and he nue himself to be invested thru that oeld trieal with forses to which thae boeth luukt for Charles's ultimet saefty and deliverans, he becaem so far exallted bi th chaenj, that he tuuk th leed and direcshun, and reqierd them as th weak, to trust to him as th strong. Th preseeding relativ pozishuns of himself and Lucie wer reverst, yet oenly as th liveliest gratitued and afecshun cuud revers them, for he cuud hav had no pried but in rendering sum servis to her hoo had renderd so much to him. "All cuerius to see," thaut Mr. Lory, in his amiably shrood wae, "but all nacheral and riet; so, taek th leed, mi deer frend, and keep it; it cuudn't be in beter hands."

   But, tho th Doctor tried hard, and never seest trieing, to get Charles Darnay set at liberty, or at leest to get him braut to trieal, th public curent of th tiem set too strong and fast for him. Th nue eera began; th king was tried, doomd, and beheded; th Republic of Liberty,


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Eqolity, Fraternity, or Deth, declaird for victory or deth agenst th werld in arms; th blak flag waevd niet and dae frum th graet towers of Notre Daem; three hundred thouzand men, sumond to riez agenst th tierants of th erth, roez frum all th vairying soils of France, as if th dragon's teeth had bin soen braudcast, and had yeelded froot eeqaly on hil and plaen, on rok, in gravel, and aloovial mud, under th briet skie of th South and under th clouds of th North, in fel and forest, in th vin-yards and th oliv-grounds and amung th cropt gras and th stubl of th com, along th frootful banks of th braud rivers, and in th sand of th see-shor. Whut prievet solisitued cuud reer itself agenst th deluej of th Yeer Wun of Liberty -- th deluej riezing frum belo, not falling frum abuv, and with th windoes of Heven shut, not oepend!

   Thair was no pauz, no pity, no pees, no interval of relenting rest, no mezherment of tiem. Tho daes and niets sercld as reguelarly as when tiem was yung, and th eevning and morning wer th ferst dae, uther count of tiem thair was nun. Hoeld of it was lost in th raejing feever of a naeshun, as it is in th feever of wun paeshent. Now, braeking th unnacheral sielens of a hoel sity, th execueshuner shoed th peepl th hed of th king -- and now, it seemd allmoest in th saem breth, th beed of his fair wief which had had aet weery munths of imprizond widoehuud and mizery, to tern it grae.

   And yet, obzerving th straenj law of contradicshun which obtains in all such caeses, th tiem was long, whiel it flaemd bi so fast. A revolooshunairy tribuenal in th capital, and forty or fifty thouzand revolooshunairy comitys all oever th land; a law of th Suspected, which struk awae all secuerity for liberty or lief, and deliverd oever eny guud and inosent person to eny bad and gilty wun; prizons gorged with peepl hoo had comited no ofens, and cuud obtaen no heering; thees things becaem th establisht order and naecher of apointed things, and seemd to be aenshent uesej befor thae wer meny weeks oeld. Abuv all, wun hidius figuer groo as familyar as if it had bin befor th jeneral gaez frum th foundaeshuns of th werld -- th figuer of th sharp feemael calld Laa Giloteen.

   It was th popuelar theem for jests; it was th best cuer for hedaek, it infalibly prevented th hair frum terning grae, it imparted a pecuelyar delicasy to th complexshun, it was th Nashunal Raezor which shaevd cloes: hoo kist Laa Giloteen, luukt thru th litl windo and sneezd into th sak. It was th sien of th rejeneraeshun of th hueman raes. It


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sooperseeded th Cross. Models of it wer worn on brests frum which th Cross was discarded, and it was bowd doun to and beleevd in wherr th Cross was denied.

   It sheared off heds so meny, that it, and th ground it moest polooted, wer a roten red. It was taeken to peeses, liek a toi-puzl for a yung Devil, and was puut together agen when th ocaezhun wonted it. It husht th eloqent, struk doun th powerful, abolisht th buetyful and guud. Twenty-too frends of hi public mark, twenty-wun living and wun ded, it had lopt th heds off, in wun morning, in as meny minits. Th naem of th strong man of Oeld Scripcher had desended to th cheef funkshunairy hoo werkt it; but, so armd, he was strongger than his naemsaek, and blinder, and tore awae th gaets of God's oen Templ evry dae.

   Amung thees terrors, and th brood belonging to them, th Doctor waukt with a stedy hed: confident in his power, caushusly persistent in his end, never douting that he wuud saev Lucie's huzband at last. Yet th curent of th tiem swept bi, so strong and deep, and carryd th tiem awae so feersly, that Charles had laen in prizon wun yeer and three munths when th Doctor was thus stedy and confident. So much mor wiked and distracted had th Revolooshun groen in that December munth, that th rivers of th South wer encumberd with th bodys of th vieolently dround bi niet, and prizoners wer shot in liens and sqairs under th suthern wintry sun. Stil, th Doctor waukt amung th terrors with a stedy hed. No man beter noen than he, in Paris at that dae; no man in a straenjer sichuaeshun. Sielent, huemaen, indispensabl in hospital and prizon, uezing his art eeqaly amung asasins and victims, he was a man apart. In th exersiez of his skil, th apeerans and th story of th Bastille Captiv remoovd him frum all uther men. He was not suspected or braut in qeschun, eny mor than if he bad indeed bin recalld to lief sum aeteen yeers befor, or wer a Spirit mooving amung mortals.


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TH WUUD-SAWYER

   WUN YEER and three munths. During all that tiem Lucie was never shur, frum our to our, but that th Giloteen wuud striek off her husband's hed next dae. Evry dae, thru th stoeny streets, th tumbrels now jolted hevily, fild with Condemd. Luvly gerls; briet wimen, broun-haired, blak-haired, and grae; yooths; stallwart men and oeld; jentl born and pezant born; all red wien for Laa Giloteen, all daely braut into liet frum th dark selars of th loethsum prizons, and carryd to her thru th streets to slake her devouring therst. Liberty, eqolity, fraternity, or deth; -- th last, much th eezyest to bestoe, O Giloteen!

   If th sudennes of her calamity, and th wherling wheels of th tiem, had stund th Doctor's dauter into awaeting th rezult in iedl despair, it wuud but hav bin with her as it was with meny. But, frum th our when she had taeken th whiet hed to her fresh yung buuzom in th garret of Saent Antoine, she had bin troo to her duetys. She was trooest to them in th seezon of trieal, as all th qieetly loial and guud wil allwaes be.

   As soon as thae wer establisht in thair nue rezidens, and her faather had enterd on th rooteen of his avocations, she araenjd th litl hous-hoeld as exactly as if her huzband had bin thair. Evrything had its apointed plaes and its apointed tiem. Litl Lucie she taut, as reguelarly, as if thae had all bin uenieted in thair English hoem. Th sliet devieses with which she cheeted herself into th sho of a beleef that thae wuud soon be re-uenieted -- th litl preparaeshuns for his speedy retern, th seting asied of his chair and his buuks -- thees, and th solem prair at


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niet for wun deer prizoner espeshaly, amung th meny unhapy soels in prizon and th shado of deth -- wer allmoest th oenly outspoeken reliefs of her hevy miend.

   She did not graetly allter in apeerans. Th plaen dark dreses, akin to morning dreses, which she and her chield wor, wer as neet and as wel atended to as th brieter cloeths of hapy daes. She lost her colour, and th oeld and intent expreshun was a constant, not an ocaezhunal, thing; utherwiez, she remaend verry prity and cumly. Sumtiems, at niet on kising her faather, she wuud berst into th greef she had represt all dae, and wuud sae that her soel relieans, under Heven, was on him. He allwaes rezolootly anserd: "Nuthing can hapen to him without mi nolej, and I noe that I can saev him, Lucie."

   Thae had not maed th round of thair chaenjd lief meny weeks, when her faather sed to her, on cuming hoem wun eevning:

   "Mi deer, thair is an uper windo in th prizon, to which Charles can sumtiems gaen acses at three in th afternoon. When he can get to it -- which depends on meny unsertantys and insidents -- he miet see U in th street, he thinks, if U stuud in a serten plaes that I can sho U. But U wil not be aebl to see him, mi pur chield, and eeven if U cuud, it wuud be unsaef for U to maek a sien of recognishun."

   "O sho me th plaes, mi faather, and I wil go thair evry dae."

   Frum that tiem, in all wethers, she waeted thair too ours. As th clok struk too, she was thair, and at foer she ternd rezienedly awae. When it was not too wet or inclement for her chield to be with her, thae went together; at uther tiems she was aloen; but, she never mist a singgl dae.

   It was th dark and derty corner of a small wiending street. Th huvel of a cuter of wuud into lengths for berning, was th oenly hous at that end; all els was wall. On th therd dae of her being thair, he noetist her.

   "Guud dae, citizeness."

   "Guud dae, sitizen."

   This moed of adres was now prescriebd bi decree. It had bin establisht voluntairily sum tiem ago, amung th mor thero paetriots; but, was now law for evrybody.

   "Wauking heer agen, citizeness?"

   "U see me, sitizen!"

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pointed at th prizon, and puuting his ten finggers befor his faes to reprezent bars, peeped thru them jocosely.

   "But it's not mi biznes," sed he. And went on sawing his wuud.

   Next dae he was luuking out for her, and acosted her th moement she apeerd.

   "Whut? Wauking heer agen, citizeness?"

   "Yes, sitizen."

   "Aa! A chield too! Yur muther, is it not, mi litl citizeness?"

   "Do I sae yes, maama?" whisperd litl Lucie, drawing cloes to her.

   "Yes, deerest."

   "Yes, sitizen."

   "Aa! But it's not mi biznes. Mi werk is mi biznes. See mi saw! I call it mi Litl Giloteen. Laa, laa, laa; Laa, laa, laa! And off his hed cums!"

   Th bilet fel as he spoek, and he throo it into a basket.

   "I call mieself th Samson of th fierwuud giloteen. See heer agen! Loo, loo, loo; Loo, loo, loo! And off her hed cums! Now, a chield. Tikl, tikl; Pikl, pikl! And off its hed cums. all th family!"

   Lucie shuderd as he throo too mor bilets into his basket, but it was imposibl to be thair whiel th wuud-sawyer was at werk, and not be in his siet. Thensforth, to secuer his guud wil, she allwaes spoek to him ferst, and offen gaev him drink-muny, which he redily reseevd.

   He was an inqizitiv felo, and sumtiems when she had qiet forgoten him in gaezing at th prizon roof and grates, and in lifting her hart up to her huzband, she wuud cum to herself to fiend him luuking at her, with his nee on his bench and his saw stopt in its werk. "But it's not mi biznes!" he wuud jeneraly sae at thoes tiems, and wuud briskly fall to his sawing agen.

   In all wethers, in th sno and frost of winter, in th biter winds of spring, in th hot sunshien of sumer, in th raens of autum, and agen in th sno and frost of winter, Lucie past too ours of evry dae at this plaes; and evry dae on leeving it, she kist th prizon wall. Her huzband saw her (so she lernd frum her faather) it miet be wuns in fiev or six tiems: it miet be twies or thries runing: it miet be, not for a week or a fortniet together. It was enuf that he cuud and did see her when th chanses servd, and on that posibility she wuud hav waeted out th dae, seven daes a week.

   Thees ocuepaeshuns braut her round to th December munth, wherrin her faather waukt amung th terrors with a stedy hed. On a lietly-snoeing afternoon she arievd at th uezhual corner. It was a dae of


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sum wield rejoising, and a festival. She had seen th houses, as she caem along, decoraeted with litl pieks, and with litl red caps stuk upon them; allso, with tricoloured ribons; allso, with th standard inscripshun (tricoloured leters wer th favourite), Republic Wun and Indivizibl. Liberty, Eqolity, Fraternity, or Deth!

   Th mizerabl shop of th wuud-sawyer was so small, that its hoel serfis fernisht verry indiferent spaes for this lejend. He had got sumbody to scrall it up for him, however, hoo had sqeezd Deth in with moest inaproepryet dificulty. On his hous-top, he displaed piek and cap, as a guud sitizen must, and in a windo he had staeshund his saw inscriebd as his "Litl Sainte Giloteen" -- for th graet sharp feemael was bi that tiem popuelarly canonised. His shop was shut and he was not thair, which was a releef to Lucie, and left her qiet aloen.

   But, he was not far off, for prezently she herd a trubld moovment and a shouting cuming along, which fild her with feer. A moement afterwards, and a throng of peepl caem poring round th corner bi th prizon wall, in th midst of hoom was th wuud-sawyer hand in hand with Th Vengeance. Thair cuud not be fueer than fiev hundred peepl, and thae wer dansing liek fiev thouzand deemons. Thair was no uther muezic than thair oen singing. Thae danst to th popuelar Revolooshun song, keeping a feroeshus tiem that was liek a nashing of teeth in uenison. Men and wimen danst together, wimen danst together, men danst together, as hazard had braut them together. At ferst, thae wer a meer storm of cors red caps and cors woollen rags; but, as thae fild th plaes, and stopt to dans about Lucie, sum gastly aparishun of a dans-figuer gon raeving mad aroez amung them. Thae advanst, retreeted, struk at wun another's hands, clucht at wun another's heds, spun round aloen, caut wun anuther and spun round in pairs, until meny of them dropt. Whiel thoes wer doun, th rest linkt hand in hand, and all spun round together: then th ring broek, and in separaet rings of too and foer thae ternd and ternd until thae all stopt at wuns, began agen, struk, clucht, and tore, and then reverst th spin, and all spun round anuther wae. Sudenly thae stopt agen, pauzd, struk out th tiem afresh, formd into liens th width of th public wae, and, with thair heds lo doun and thair hands hi up, swoopt screeming off. No fiet cuud hav bin haf so terribl as this dans. It was so emfaticaly a fallen sport -- a sumthing, wuns inosent, deliverd oever to all devilry -- a helthy pastiem chaenjd into a meens of angering th blud, bewildering th senses, and steeling th


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hart. Such graes as was vizibl in it, maed it th uglyer, shoeing how worpt and perverted all things guud bi naecher wer becum. Th maedenly buuzom bared to this, th prity allmoest-child's hed thus distracted, th deliket fuut minsing in this sluf of blud and dert, wer tieps of th disjointed tiem.

   This was th Carmagnole. As it past, leeving Lucie frietend and bewilderd in th dorwae of th wuud-sawyer's hous, th fethery sno fel as qieetly and lae as whiet and sofft, as if it had never bin.

   "O mi faather!" for he stuud befor her when she lifted up th ies she had moementairily darkend with her hand; "such a crooel, bad siet."

   "I noe, mi deer, I noe. I hav seen it meny tiems. Don't be frietend! Not wun of them wuud harm U."

   "I am not frietend for mieself, mi faather. But when I think of mi huzband, and th mercies of thees peepl -- "

   "We wil set him abuv thair mercies verry soon. I left him clieming to th windo, and I caem to tel U. Thair is no wun heer to see. U mae kis yur hand tords that hieest shelving roof."

   "I do so, faather, and I send him mi Soel with it!"

   "U cannot see him, mi pur deer?"

   "No, faather," sed Lucie, yerning and weeping as she kist her hand, "no."

   A fuutstep in th sno. Madame Defarge. "I saloot U, citizeness," frum th Doctor. "I saloot U, sitizen." This in pasing. Nuthing mor. Madame Defarge gon, liek a shado oever th whiet roed.

   "Giv me yur arm, mi luv. Pas frum heer with an air of cheerfulnes and curej, for his saek. That was wel dun;" thae had left th spot; "it shal not be in vaen. Charles is sumond for to-morro."

   "For to-morro! "

   "Thair is no tiem to looz. I am wel prepaird, but thair ar precaushuns to be taeken, that cuud not be taeken until he was akchualy sumond befor th Tribuenal. He has not reseevd th noetis yet, but I noe that he wil prezently be sumond for to-morro, and remoovd to th Conciergerie; I hav tiemly informaeshun. U ar not afraed?"

   She cuud scairsly anser, "I trust in U."

   "Do so, implisitly. Yur suspens is neerly ended, mi darling; he shal be restord to U within a fue ours; I hav encompast him with evry protecshun. I must see Lory."

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Thae boeth nue too wel whut it ment. Wun. Too. Three. Three tumbrils fairing awae with thair dred loeds oever th hushing sno.

   "I must see Lory," th Doctor repeeted, terning her anuther wae.

   Th staunch oeld jentlman was stil in his trust; had never left it. He and his buuks wer in freeqent reqizishun as to property confiscaeted and maed nashunal. Whut he cuud saev for th oeners, he saevd. No beter man living to hoeld fast bi whut Tellson's had in keeping, and to hoeld his pees.

   A merky red and yelo skie, and a riezing mist frum th Seine, denoeted th aproech of darknes. It was allmoest dark when thae arievd at th Bank. Th staetly rezidens of Monseigneur was alltogether blieted and dezerted. Abuv a heep of dust and ashes in th cort, ran th leters: Nashunal Property. Republic Wun and Indivizibl. Liberty, Eqolity, Fraternity, or Deth!

   Hoo cuud that be with Mr. Lory -- th oener of th rieding-coet upon th chair -- hoo must not be seen? Frum hoom nuely arievd, did he cum out, ajitaeted and serpriezd, to taek his favourite in his arms? To hoom did he apeer to repeet her falltering werds, when, raezing his vois and terning his hed tords th dor of th room frum which he had ishood, he sed: "Remoovd to th Conciergerie, and sumond for to-morro?"


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TRIEUMF

   TH DRED TRIBUENAL of fiev Jujes, Public Prosecuetor, and determind Jury, sat evry dae. Thair lists went forth evry eevning, and wer reed out bi th gaolers of th vairius prizons to thair prizoners. Th standard gaoler-joek was, "Cum out and lisen to th Eevning Paeper, U insied thair!"

   "Charles Evrémonde, calld Darnay!"

   So at last began th Eevning Paeper at Laa Fors.

   When a naem was calld, its oener stept apart into a spot rezervd for thoes hoo wer anounst as being thus faetaly recorded. Charles Evrémonde, calld Darnay, had reezon to noe th uesej; he had seen hundreds pas awae so.

   His bloeted gaoler, hoo wor spectacls to reed with, glanst oever them to ashur himself that he had taeken his plaes, and went thru th list, maeking a similar short pauz at eech naem. Thair wer twenty-three naems, but oenly twenty wer responded to; for wun of th prizoners so sumond had died in jael and bin forgoten, and too had allredy bin guillotined and forgoten. Th list was reed, in th vallted chaember wherr Darnay had seen th asoeshiaeted prizoners on th niet of his arieval. Evry wun of thoes had perrisht in th masaker; evry hueman creecher he had sinss caird for and parted with, had died on th scafold.

   Thair wer heryd werds of fairwel and kiendnes, but th parting was soon oever. It was th insident of evry dae, and th sosieety of Laa Fors wer engaejd in th preparaeshun of sum gaems of forfeits and a litl consert, for that eevning. Thae crouded to th grates and shed teers thair; but, twenty plaeses in th projected entertaenments had to be


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re-fild, and th tiem was, at best, short to th lok-up our, when th comon rooms and coridors wuud be deliverd oever to th graet daugs hoo kept woch thair thru th niet. Th prizoners wer far frum insensible or unfeeling; thair waes aroez out of th condishun of th tiem. Similarly, tho with a sutl diferens, a speeshys of fervour or intoxicaeshun, noen, without dout, to hav led sum persons to braev th giloteen unnesesairily, and to die bi it, was not meer boastfulness, but a wield infecshun of th wieldly shaeken public miend. In seezons of pestilens, sum of us wil hav a seecret atracshun to th dizeez -- a terribl pasing inclinaeshun to die of it. And all of us hav liek wunders hiden in our brests, oenly needing sercumstanses to evoek them.

   Th pasej to th Conciergerie was short and dark; th niet in its vermin-haunted sels was long and coeld. Next dae, fifteen prizoners wer puut to th bar befor Charles Darnay's naem was calld. All th fifteen wer condemd, and th trieals of th hoel ocuepied an our and a haf.

   "Charles Evrémonde, calld Darnay," was at length araend.

   His jujes sat upon th Bench in fetherd hats; but th ruf red cap and tricoloured cokaed was th hed-dres utherwiez prevaeling. Luuking at th Jury and th terbuelent audyens, he miet hav thaut that th uezhual order of things was reverst, and that th felons wer trieing th onest men. Th loeest, crooelest, and werst popuelis of a sity, never without its qontity of lo, crooel, and bad, wer th directing spirits of th seen: noizily comenting, aplauding, disaprooving, antisipaeting, and presipitaeting th rezult, without a chek. Of th men, th graeter part wer armd in vairius waes; of th wimen, sum wor nievs, sum dagers, sum aet and drank as thae luukt on, meny nited. Amung thees last, was wun, with a spair pees of niting under her arm as she werkt. She was in a frunt ro, bi th sied of a man hoom he had never seen sinss his arieval at th Barryer, but hoom he directly rememberd as Defarge. He noetist that she wuns or twies whisperd in his eer, and that she seemd to be his wief; but, whut he moest noetist in th too figuers was, that alltho thae wer poested as cloes to himself as thae cuud be, thae never luukt tords him. Thae seemd to be waeting for sumthing with a daugd determinaeshun, and thae luukt at th Jury, but at nuthing els. Under th Prezident sat Doctor Manette, in his uezhual qieet dres. As wel as th prizoner cuud see, he and Mr. Lory wer th oenly men thair, unconected with th


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Tribuenal, hoo wor thair uezhual cloeths, and had not asoomd th cors garb of th Carmagnole.

   Charles Evrémonde, calld Darnay, was acuezd bi th public prosecuetor as an emigrant, hoos lief was forfit to th Republic, under th decree which banisht all emigrants on paen of Deth. It was nuthing that th decree bor daet sinss his retern to France. Thair he was, and thair was th decree; he had bin taeken in France, and his hed was demanded.

   "Taek off his hed!" cried th audyens. "An enemy to th Republic!"

   Th Prezident rang his bel to sielens thoes cries, and askt th prizoner whether it was not troo that he had livd meny yeers in England?

   Undoutedly it was.

   Was he not an emigrant then? Whut did he call himself?

   Not an emigrant, he hoept, within th sens and spirit of th law.

   Whi not? th Prezident dezierd to noe.

   Becauz he had voluntairily relinqisht a tietl that was distaestful to him, and a staeshun that was distaestful to him, and had left his cuntry -- he submited befor th werd emigrant in th prezent acseptaeshun bi th Tribuenal was in ues -- to liv bi his oen industry in England, rather than on th industry of th overladen peepl of France.

   Whut proof had he of this?

   He handed in th naems of too witneses; Theophile Gabelle, and Alexandre Manette.

   But he had marryd in England? th Prezident remiended him.

   Troo, but not an English wuuman.

   A citizeness of France?

   Yes. Bi berth.

   Her naem and family?

   "Lucie Manette, oenly dauter of Doctor Manette, th guud fizishan hoo sits thair."

   This anser had a hapy efect upon th audyens. Cries in exalltaeshun of th wel-noen guud fizishan rent th hall. So capriciously wer th peepl moovd, that teers imeedyetly roeld doun several feroeshus countenances which had bin glairing at th prizoner a moement befor, as if with impaeshens to pluk him out into th streets and kil him.

   On thees fue steps of his daenjerus wae, Charles Darnay had set his fuut acording to Doctor Manette's reeiteraeted instrucshuns. Th saem caushus counsel directed evry step that lae befor him, and had prepaird evry inch of his roed.


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   Th Prezident askt, whi had he reternd to France when he did, and not sooner?

   He had not reternd sooner, he replied, simply becauz he had no meens of living in France, saev thoes he had reziend; wherras, in England, he livd bi giving instrucshun in th French langgwej and literachur. He had reternd when he did, on th presing and riten entreety of a French sitizen, hoo reprezented that his lief was endaenjerd bi his absens. He had cum bak, to saev a citizen's lief, and to bair his testimoeny, at whutever personal hazard, to th trooth. Was that criminal in th ies of th Republic?

   Th popuelis cried enthooziasticaly, "No!" and th Prezident rang his bel to qieet them. Which it did not, for thae continued to cri "No!" until thae left off, of thair oen wil.

   Th Prezident reqierd th naem of that sitizen. Th acuezd explaend that th sitizen was his ferst witnes. He allso referd with confidens to th citizen's leter, which had bin taeken frum him at th Barryer, but which he did not dout wuud be found amung th paepers then befor th Prezident.

   Th Doctor had taeken cair that it shuud be thair -- had ashurd him that it wuud be thair -- and at this staej of th proseedings it was produest and reed. Sitizen Gabelle was calld to conferm it, and did so. Sitizen Gabelle hinted, with infinit delicasy and polietnes, that in th presher of biznes impoezd on th Tribuenal bi th multitued of enemys of th Republic with which it had to deel, he had bin slietly oeverluukt in his prizon of th Abbaye -- in fact, had rather past out of th Tribunal's paetriotic remembrans -- until three daes ago; when he had bin sumond befor it, and had bin set at liberty on th Jury's declairing themselvs satisfied that th acuezaeshun agenst him was anserd, as to himself, bi th serender of th sitizen Evrémonde, calld Darnay.

   Doctor Manette was next qeschund. His hi personal popuelarrity, and th cleernes of his ansers, maed a graet impreshun; but, as he proseeded, as he shoed that th Acuezd was his ferst frend on his relees frum his long imprizonment; that, th acuezd had remaend in England, allwaes faethful and devoeted to his dauter and himself in thair exiel; that, so far frum being in faevor with th Aristocrat guvernment thair, he had akchualy bin tried for his lief bi it, as th foe of England and frend of th Uenieted Staets -- as he braut thees sercumstanses into vue, with th graetest discreshun and with th straetforward fors


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of trooth and ernestnes, th Jury and th popuelis becaem wun. At last, when he apeeld bi naem to Monsieur Lory, an English jentlman then and thair prezent, hoo, liek himself, had bin a witnes on that English trieal and cuud coroboraet his acount of it, th Jury declaird that thae had herd enuf, and that thae wer redy with thair voets if th Prezident wer content to reseev them.

   At evry voet (th Jurymen voeted aloud and indivijualy), th popuelis set up a shout of aplauz. All th voises wer in th prisoner's faevor, and th Prezident declaird him free.

   Then, began wun of thoes extraordinairy seens with which th popuelis sumtiems gratified thair fiklnes, or thair beter impulses tords jenerosity and mersy, or which thae regarded as sum set-off agenst thair swoelen acount of crooel raej. No man can desied now to which of thees moetivs such extraordinairy seens wer referable; it is probabl, to a blending of all th three, with th second predominaeting. No sooner was th aqital pronounst, than teers wer shed as freely as blud at anuther tiem, and such fraternal embraeses wer bestoed upon th prizoner bi as meny of boeth sexes as cuud rush at him, that after his long and unhoelsum confienment he was in daenjer of fainting frum exaustchun; nun th les becauz he nue verry wel, that th verry saem peepl, carryd bi anuther curent, wuud hav rusht at him with th verry saem intensity, to rend him to peeses and strew him oever th streets.

   His remooval, to maek wae for uther acuezd persons hoo wer to be tried, rescued him frum thees careses for th moement. Fiev wer to be tried together, next, as enemys of th Republic, forasmuch as thae had not asisted it bi werd or deed. So qik was th Tribuenal to compensaet itself and th naeshun for a chans lost, that thees fiev caem doun to him befor he left th plaes, condemd to die within twenty-foer ours. Th ferst of them toeld him so, with th customairy prizon sien of Deth -- a raezd fingger -- and thae all aded in werds, "Long liv th Republic!"

   Th fiev had had, it is troo, no audyens to lengthen thair proseedings, for when he and Doctor Manette emerjd frum th gaet, thair was a graet croud about it, in which thair seemd to be evry faes he had seen in Cort -- exsept too, for which he luukt in vaen. On his cuming out, th concors maed at him anue, weeping, embraesing, and shouting, all bi terns and all together, until th verry tied of th river on th bank of which th mad seen was acted, seemd to run mad, liek th peepl on th shor.


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   Thae puut him into a graet chair thae had amung them, and which thae had taeken eether out of th Cort itself, or wun of its rooms or pasejes. Oever th chair thae had throen a red flag, and to th bak of it thae had bound a piek with a red cap on its top. In this car of trieumf, not eeven th Doctor's entreaties cuud prevent his being carryd to his hoem on men's shoelders, with a confuezd see of red caps heeving about him, and casting up to siet frum th stormy deep such reks of faeses, that he mor than wuns misdoubted his miend being in confuezhun, and that he was in th tumbrel on his wae to th Giloteen.

   In wield dreemliek proseshun, embraesing hoom thae met and pointing him out, thae carryd him on. Reddening th snoey streets with th prevaeling Republican colour, in wiending and tramping thru them, as thae had redend them belo th sno with a deeper di, thae carryd him thus into th cort-yard of th bilding wherr he livd. Her faather had gon on befor, to prepair her, and when her huzband stuud upon his feet, she dropt insensible in his arms.

   As he held her to his hart and ternd her buetyful hed between his faes and th bralling croud, so that his teers and her lips miet cum together unseen, a fue of th peepl fel to dansing. Instantly, all th rest fel to dansing, and th cort-yard oeverfloed with th Carmagnole. Then, thae elevaeted into th vaecant chair a yung wuuman frum th croud to be carryd as th Godes of Liberty, and then sweling and oeverfloeing out into th ajaesent streets, and along th river's bank, and oever th brij, th Carmagnole absorbd them evry wun and wherld them awae.

   After grasping th Doctor's hand, as he stuud victorius and proud befor him; after grasping th hand of Mr. Lory, hoo caem panting in brethles frum his strugl agenst th wauterspout of th Carmagnole; after kising litl Lucie, hoo was lifted up to clasp her arms round his nek; and after embraesing th ever zelus and faethful Pross hoo lifted her; he tuuk his wief in his arms, and carryd her up to thair rooms.

   "Lucie! Mi oen! I am saef."

   "O deerest Charles, let me thank God for this on mi nees as I hav praed to Him."

   Thae all reverently bowd thair heds and harts. When she was agen in his arms, he sed to her:

   "And now speek to yur faather, deerest. No uther man in all this France cuud hav dun whut he has dun for me."


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   She laed her hed upon her father's brest, as she had laed his pur hed on her oen brest, long, long ago. He was hapy in th retern he had maed her, he was recompenst for his sufering, be was proud of his strength. "U must not be weak, mi darling," he remonstraeted; "don't trembl so. I hav saevd him."

A NOK AT TH DOR

   "I HAV SAEVD HIM." It was not anuther of th dreems in which he had offen cum bak; he was reealy heer. And yet his wief trembld, and a vaeg but hevy feer was upon her.

   All th air round was so thik and dark, th peepl wer so pashunetly revenjful and fitful, th inosent wer so constantly puut to deth on vaeg suspishun and blak malis, it was so imposibl to forget that meny as blaemles as her huzband and as deer to uthers as he was to her, evry dae shaird th faet frum which he had bin clucht, that her hart cuud not be as lietend of its loed as she felt it aut to be. Th shadoes of th wintry afternoon wer begining to fall, and eeven now th dredful carts wer roeling thru th streets. Her miend persood them, luuking for him amung th Condemd; and then she clung cloeser to his reeal prezens and trembld mor.

   Her faather, cheering her, shoed a compashunet supeeriority to this woman's weeknes, which was wunderful to see. No garret, no shoemaking, no Wun Hundred and Fiev, North Tower, now! He had acomplisht th task he had set himself, his promis was redeemd, he had saevd Charles. Let them all leen upon him.


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   Thair houskeeping was of a verry froogal kiend: not oenly becauz that was th saefest wae of lief, involving th leest ofens to th peepl, but becauz thae wer not rich, and Charles, thruout his imprizonment, had had to pae hevily for his bad food, and for his gard, and tords th living of th purer prizoners. Partly on this acount, and partly to avoid a domestic spi, thae kept no servant; th sitizen and citizeness hoo acted as porters at th cort-yard gaet, renderd them ocaezhunal servis; and Jerry (allmoest hoely transferd to them bi Mr. Lory) had becum thair daely retaener, and had his bed thair evry niet.

   It was an ordinans of th Republic Wun and Indivizibl of Liberty, Eqolity, Fraternity, or Deth, that on th dor or doorpost of evry hous, th naem of evry inmaet must be lejibly inscriebd in leters of a serten siez, at a serten conveenyunt hiet frum th ground. Mr. Jerry Cruncher's naem, thairfor, duely embelisht th doorpost doun belo; and, as th afternoon shadoes deepend, th oener of that naem himself apeerd, frum oeverluuking a paenter hoom Doctor Manette had emploid to ad to th list th naem of Charles Evrémonde, calld Darnay.

   In th ueniversal feer and distrust that darkend th tiem, all th uezhual harmles waes of lief wer chaenjd. In th Doctor's litl hous-hoeld, as in verry meny uthers, th articls of daely consumpshun that wer wonted wer perchast evry eevning, in small qontitys and at vairius small shops. To avoid atracting noetis, and to giv as litl ocaezhun as posibl for tauk and envy, was th jeneral dezier.

   For sum munths past, Mis Pross and Mr. Cruncher had discharjd th offis of pervaeors; th former carrying th muny; th later, th basket. Evry afternoon at about th tiem when th public lamps wer lieted, thae fared forth on this duety, and maed and braut hoem such perchases as wer needful. Alltho Mis Pross, thru her long asoesiaeshun with a French family, miet hav noen as much of thair langgwej as of her oen, if she had had a miend, she had no miend in that direcshun; conseqently she nue no mor of that "nonsens" (as she was pleezd to call it) than Mr. Cruncher did. So her maner of marketing was to plump a noun-substantiv at th hed of a shopkeeper without eny introducshun in th naecher of an articl, and, if it hapend not to be th naem of th thing she wonted, to luuk round for that thing, lae hoeld of it, and hoeld on bi it until th bargen was conclooded. She allwaes maed a bargen for it, bi hoelding up, as a staetment of its just pries, wun fingger les than th merchant held up, whutever his number miet be.


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   "Now, Mr. Cruncher," sed Mis Pross, hoos ies wer red with felisity; "if U ar redy, I am."

   Jerry horsly profest himself at Mis Pross's servis. He had worn all his rust off long ago, but nuthing wuud fiel his spiky hed doun.

   "Thair's all maner of things wonted," sed Mis Pross, "and we shal hav a preshus tiem of it. We wont wien, amung th rest. Nies toests thees Redheds wil be drinking, wherrever we bi it."

   "It wil be much th saem to yur nolej, mis, I shuud think," retorted Jerry, "whether thae drink yur helth or th Oeld Un's."

   "Hoo's he?" sed Mis Pross.

   Mr. Cruncher, with sum difidens, explaend himself as meening "Oeld Nick's."

   "Haa!" sed Mis Pross, "it duzn't need an interpreter to explaen th meening of thees creechers. Thae hav but wun, and it's Midniet Merder, and Mischif."

   "Hush, deer! Prae, prae, be caushus!" cried Lucie.

   "Yes, yes, yes, I'l be caushus," sed Mis Pross; "but I mae sae amung ourselvs, that I do hoep thair wil be no oniony and tobaccoey smotherings in th form of embracings all round, going on in th streets. Now, Ladybird, never U ster frum that fier til I cum bak! Taek cair of th deer huzband U hav recuverd, and don't moov yur prity hed frum his shoelder as U hav it now, til U see me agen! Mae I ask a qeschun, Doctor Manette, befor I go?"

   "I think U mae taek that liberty," th Doctor anserd, smieling.

   "For graeshus saek, don't tauk about Liberty; we hav qiet enuf of that," sed Mis Pross.

   "Hush, deer! Agen?" Lucie remonstraeted.

   "Wel, mi sweet," sed Mis Pross, noding her hed emfaticaly, "th short and th long of it is, that I am a subject of His Moest Graeshus Majesty King George th Therd;" Mis Pross curtseyed at th naem; "and as such, mi maxim is, Confound thair politics, Frustraet thair naevish triks, On him our hoeps we fix, God saev th King!"

   Mr. Cruncher, in an acses of loialty, growlingly repeeted th werds after Mis Pross, Re sumbody at cherch.

   "I am glad U hav so much of th Englishman in U, tho I wish U had never taeken that coeld in yur vois," sed Mis Pross, aproovingly. "But th qeschun, Doctor Manette. Is thair" -- it was th guud creature's wae to afect to maek liet of enything that was a graet angzieity


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with them all, and to cum at it in this chans maner -- "is thair eny prospect yet, of our geting out of this plaes?"

   "I feer not yet. It wuud be daenjerus for Charles yet."

   "Heigh-ho-hum!" sed Mis Pross, cheerfuly repressing a si as she glanst at her darling's goelden hair in th liet of th fier, "then we must hav paeshens and waet: that's all. We must hoeld up our heds and fiet lo, as mi bruther Solomon uezd to sae. Now, Mr. Cruncher! -- Don't U moov, Ladybird!"

   Thae went out, leeving Lucie, and her huzband, her faather, and th chield, bi a briet fier. Mr. Lory was expected bak prezently frum th Banking Hous. Mis Pross had lieted th lamp, but had puut it asied in a corner, that thae miet enjoi th fier-liet undisterbd. Litl Lucie sat bi her grandfaather with her hands claspt thru his arm: and he, in a toen not riezing much abuv a whisper, began to ten her a story of a graet and powerful Fairy hoo had oepend a prizon-wall and let out a captiv hoo had wuns dun th Fairy a servis. All was subdued and qieet, and Lucie was mor at eez than she had bin.

   "Whut is that?" she cried, all at wuns.

   "Mi deer!" sed her faather, stoping in his story, and laeing his hand on hers, "comand yurself. Whut a disorderd staet U ar in! Th leest thing -- nuthing -- startles U! U, yur father's dauter!"

   "I thaut, mi faather," sed Lucie, excuezing herself, with a pael faes and in a falltering vois, "that I herd straenj feet upon th stairs."

   "Mi luv, th staircaes is as stil as Deth."

   As he sed th werd, a blo was struk upon th dor.

   "O faather, faather. Whut can this be! Hied Charles. Saev him!"

   "Mi chield," sed th Doctor, riezing, and laeing his hand upon her shoelder, "I hav saevd him. Whut weeknes is this, mi deer! Let me go to th dor."

   He tuuk th lamp in his hand, crosst th too interveening outer rooms, and oepend it. A rood clatering of feet oever th flor, and foer ruf men in red caps, armd with sabres and pistols, enterd th room.

   "Th Sitizen Evrémonde, calld Darnay," sed th ferst.

   "Hoo seeks him?" anserd Darnay.

   "I seek him. We seek him. I noe U, Evrémonde; I saw U befor th Tribuenal to-dae. U ar agen th prizoner of th Republic."

   Th foer serounded him, wherr he stuud with his wief and chield clinging to him.

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   "It is enuf that U retern straet to th Conciergerie, and wil noe to-morro. U ar sumond for to-morro."

   Doctor Manette, hoom this vizitaeshun had so ternd into stoen, that be stuud with th lamp in his band, as if be woe a stachoo maed to hoeld it, moovd after thees werds wer spoeken, puut th lamp doun, and confrunting th speeker, and taeking him, not ungently, bi th loos frunt of his red woollen shert, sed:

   "U noe him, U hav sed. Do U noe me?"

   "Yes, I noe U, Sitizen Doctor."

   "We all noe U, Sitizen Doctor," sed th uther three.

   He luukt abstractedly frum wun to anuther, and sed, in a loeer vois, after a pauz:

   "Wil U anser his qeschun to me then? How duz this hapen?"

   "Sitizen Doctor," sed th ferst, reluctantly, "he has bin denounst to th Secshun of Saent Antoine. This sitizen," pointing out th second hoo had enterd, "is frum Saent Antoine."

   Th sitizen heer indicaeted noded his hed, and aded:

   "He is acuezd bi Saent Antoine."

   "Of whut?" askt th Doctor.

   "Sitizen Doctor," sed th ferst, with his former reluctans, "ask no mor. If th Republic demands sacrifieses frum U, without dout U as a guud paetriot wil be hapy to maek them. Th Republic goes befor all. Th Peepl is supreem. Evrémonde, we ar prest."

   "Wun werd," th Doctor entreeted. "Wil U tel me hoo denounst him?"

   "It is agenst rool," anserd th ferst; "but U can ask Him of Saent Antoine heer."

   Th Doctor ternd his ies upon that man. Hoo moovd uneezily on his feet, rubd his beerd a litl, and at length sed:

   "Wel! Trooly it is agenst rool. But he is denounst -- and graevly -- bi th Sitizen and Citizeness Defarge. And bi wun uther."

   "Whut uther?"

   "Do U ask, Sitizen Doctor?"

   "Yes."

   "Then," sed he of Saent Antoine, with a straenj luuk, "U wil be anserd to-morro. Now, I am dum!"


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A HAND AT CARDS

   HAPILY UNCONSHUS of th nue calamity at hoem, Mis Pross threded her wae along th narro streets and crosst th river bi th brij of th Pont-Neuf, rekoning in her miend th number of indispensabl perchases she had to maek. Mr. Cruncher, with th basket, waukt at her sied. Thae boeth luukt to th riet and to th left into moest of th shops thae past, had a wairy ie for all gregairius asemblejes of peepl, and ternd out of thair roed to avoid eny verry exsieted groop of taukers. It was a raw eevning, and th misty river, blerd to th ie with blaezing liets and to th eer with harsh noizes, shoed wherr th barjes wer staeshund in which th smiths werkt, maeking guns for th Army of th Republic. Woe to th man hoo plaed triks with that Army, or got undezervd promoeshun in it! Beter for him that his beerd had never groen, for th Nashunal Raezor shaevd him cloes.

   Having perchast a fue small articls of groesery, and a mezher of oil for th lamp, Mis Pross bethaut herself of th wien thae wonted. After peeping into several wien-shops, she stopt at th sien of th Guud Republican Brutus of Antiqity, not far frum th Nashunal Palis, wuns (and twies) th Tuileries, wherr th aspect of things rather tuuk her fansy. It had a qieeter luuk than eny uther plaes of th saem descripshun thae had past, and, tho red with paetriotic caps, was not so red as th rest. Sounding Mr. Cruncher, and fiending him of her opinyon, Mis Pross rezorted to th Guud Republican Brutus of Antiqity, atended bi her cavalier.

   Slietly obzervant of th smoeky liets; of th peepl, piep in mouth, plaeing with limp cards and yelo dominoes; of th wun bair-brested,


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bair-armd, suut-begrimed werkman reeding a jernal aloud, and of th uthers lisening to him; of th wepons worn, or laed asied to be rezoomd; of th too or three customers fallen forward asleep, hoo in th popuelar hi-shoelderd shagy blak spencer luukt, in that atitued, liek slumbering bairs or daugs; th too outlandish customers aproecht th counter, and shoed whut thae wonted.

   As thair wien was mezhering out, a man parted frum anuther man in a corner, and roez to depart. In going, he had to faes Mis Pross. No sooner did he faes her, than Mis Pross uterd a screem, and clapt her hands.

   In a moement, th hoel cumpany wer on thair feet. That sumbody was asasinaeted bi sumbody vindicating a diferens of opinyon was th likeliest ocurens. Evrybody luukt to see sumbody fall, but oenly saw a man and a wuuman standing stairing at eech uther; th man with all th outward aspect of a Frenchman and a thero Republican; th wuuman, evidently English.

   Whut was sed in this disapointing anty-cliemax, bi th disiepls of th Guud Republican Brutus of Antiqity, exsept that it was sumthing verry voluebl and loud, wuud hav bin as so much Hebrew or Chaldean to Mis Pross and her protector, tho thae had bin all eers. But, thae bad no eers for enything in thair serpriez. For, it must be recorded, that not oenly was Mis Pross lost in amaezment and ajitaeshun, but, Mr. Cruncher -- tho it seemd on his oen separaet and indivijual acount -- was in a staet of th graetest wunder.

   "Whut is th mater?" sed th man hoo had cauzd Mis Pross to screem; speeking in a vext, abrupt vois (tho in a lo toen), and in English.

   "O, Solomon, deer Solomon!" cried Mis Pross, claping her hands agen. "After not seting ies upon U or heering of U for so long a tiem, do I fiend U heer!"

   "Don't call me Solomon. Do U wont to be th deth of me?" askt th man, in a fertiv, frietend wae.

   "Bruther, bruther!" cried Mis Pross, bersting into teers. "Hav I ever bin so hard with U that U ask me such a crooel qeschun?"

   "Then hoeld yur medlsum tung," sed Solomon, "and cum out, if U wont to speek to me. Pae for yur wien, and cum out. Hoo's this man?"

   Mis Pross, shaeking her luving and dejected hed at her bi no meens afecshunet bruther, sed thru her teers, "Mr. Cruncher."


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   "Let him cum out too," sed Solomon. "Duz he think me a goest?"

   Aparrently, Mr. Cruncher did, to juj frum his luuks. He sed not a werd, however, and Mis Pross, exploring th depths of her reticuel thru her teers with graet dificulty paed for her wien. As she did so, Solomon ternd to th foloeers of th Guud Republican Brutus of Antiqity, and offerd a fue werds of explanaeshun in th French langgwej, which cauzd them all to relaps into thair former plaeses and persoots.

   "Now," sed Solomon, stoping at th dark street corner, "whut do U wont?"

   "How dredfuly unkiend in a bruther nuthing has ever ternd mi luv awae frum!" cried Mis Pross, "to giv me such a greeting, and sho me no afecshun."

   "Thair. Con-found it! Thair," sed Solomon, maeking a dab at Mis Pross's lips with his oen. "Now ar U content?"

   Mis Pross oenly shuuk her hed and wept in sielens.

   "If U expect me to be serpriezd," sed her bruther Solomon, "I am not serpriezd; I nue U wer heer; I noe of moest peepl hoo ar heer. If U reealy don't wont to endaenjer mi existens -- which I haf beleev U do -- go yur waes as soon as posibl, and let me go mien. I am bizy. I am an ofishal."

   "Mi English bruther Solomon," mornd Mis Pross, casting up her teer-fraut ies, "that had th maekings in him of wun of th best and graetest of men in his naetiv cuntry, an ofishal amung foriners, and such foriners! I wuud allmoest sooner hav seen th deer boi lieing in his -- "

   "I sed so!" cried her bruther, interrupting. "I nue it. U wont to be th deth of me. I shal be renderd Suspected, bi mi oen sister. Just as I am geting on!"

   "Th graeshus and mersyful Hevens forbid!" cried Mis Pross. "Far rather wuud I never see U agen, deer Solomon, tho I hav ever luvd U trooly, and ever shal. Sae but wun afecshunet werd to me, and tel me thair is nuthing anggry or estraenjd between us, and I wil detaen U no longger."

   Guud Mis Pross! As if th estraenjment between them had cum of eny culpability of hers. As if Mr. Lory had not noen it for a fact, yeers ago, in th qieet corner in Soho, that this preshus bruther had spent her muny and left her!


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   He was saeing th afecshunet werd, however, with a far mor grudging condesenshun and paetronej than he cuud hav shoen if thair relativ merrits and pozishuns had bin reverst (which is invairiably th caes, all th werld oever), when Mr. Cruncher, tuching him on th shoelder, horsly and unexpectedly interpoezd with th foloeing singguelar qeschun:

   "I sae! Miet I ask th faevor? As to whether yur naem is John Solomon, or Solomon John?"

   Th ofishal ternd tords him with suden distrust. He had not preeviusly uterd a werd.

   "Cum!" sed Mr. Cruncher. "Speek out, U noe." (Which, bi th wae, was mor than he cuud do himself.) "John Solomon, or Solomon John? She calls U Solomon, and she must noe, being yur sister. And I noe U'r John, U noe. Which of th too goes ferst? And regarding that naem of Pross, liekwiez. That warn't yur naem oever th wauter."

   "Whut do U meen?"

   "Wel, I don't noe all I meen, for I can't call to miend whut yur naem was, oever th wauter."

   "No?"

   "No. But I'l swair it was a naem of too silabls."

   "Indeed?"

   "Yes. T'other one's was wun silabl. I noe U. U was a spi- witnes at th Bailey. Whut, in th naem of th Faather of Lies, oen faather to yurself, was U calld at that tiem?"

   "Barsad," sed anuther vois, strieking in.

   "That's th naem for a thouzand pound!" cried Jerry.

   Th speeker hoo struk in, was Sydney Carton. He had his hands behiend him under th skerts of his rieding-coet, and he stuud at Mr. Cruncher's elbo as negligently as he miet hav stuud at th Oeld Bailey itself.

   "Don't be alarmd, mi deer Mis Pross. I arievd at Mr. Lorry's, to his serpriez, yesterdae eevning; we agreed that I wuud not prezent mieself elswherr until all was wel, or unles I cuud be uesful; I prezent mieself heer, to beg a litl tauk with yur bruther. I wish U had a beter emploid bruther than Mr. Barsad. I wish for yur saek Mr. Barsad was not a Sheep of th Prizons."

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   "I'l tel U," sed Sydney. "I lieted on U, Mr. Barsad, cuming out of th prizon of th Conciergerie whiel I was contemplaeting th walls, an our or mor ago. U hav a faes to be rememberd, and I remember faeses wel. Maed cuerius bi seeing U in that conecshun, and having a reezon, to which U ar no straenjer, for asoeshiaeting U with th misforchens of a frend now verry unforchunet, I waukt in yur direcshun. I waukt into th wien-shop heer, cloes after U, and sat neer U. I had no dificulty in deduesing frum yur unrezervd conversaeshun, and th rumour oepenly going about amung yur admierers, th naecher of yur calling. And grajualy, whut I had dun at random, seemd to shaep itself into a perpos, Mr. Barsad."

   "Whut perpos?" th spi askt.

   "It wuud be trublsum, and miet be daenjerus, to explaen in th street. Cuud U faevor me, in confidens, with sum minits of yur cumpany -- at th offis of Tellson's Bank, for instans?"

   "Under a thret?"

   "O! Did I sae that?"

   "Then, whi shuud I go thair?"

   "Reealy, Mr. Barsad, I can't sae, if U can't."

   "Do U meen that U woen't sae, ser?" th spi irresolutely askt.

   "U aprehend me verry cleerly, Mr. Barsad. I woen't."

   Carton's neglijent reklesnes of maner caem powerfuly in aed of his qiknes and skil, in such a biznes as be had in his seecret miend, and with such a man as he had to do with. His practist ie saw it, and maed th moest of it.

   "Now, I toeld U so," sed th spi, casting a reproechful luuk at his sister; "if eny trubl cums of this, it's yur doing."

   "Cum, cum, Mr. Barsad!" exclaemd Sydney. "Don't be ungraetful. But for mi graet respect for yur sister, I miet not hav led up so plezantly to a litl propoezal that I wish to maek for our muechual satisfacshun. Do U go with me to th Bank?"

   "I'l heer whut U hav got to sae. Yes, I'l go with U."

   "I propoez that we ferst conduct yur sister saefly to th corner of her oen street. Let me taek yur arm, Mis Pross. This is not a guud sity, at this tiem, for U to be out in, unprotected; and as yur escort noes Mr. Barsad, I wil inviet him to Mr. Lorry's with us. Ar we redy? Cum then! "

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in his faes, imploring him to do no hert to Solomon, thair was a braest perpos in th arm and a kiend of inspiraeshun in th ies, which not oenly contradicted his liet maner, but chaenjd and raezd th man. She was too much ocuepied then with feers for th bruther hoo so litl dezervd her afecshun, and with Sydney's frendly re-ashuranses, adeqetly to heed whut she obzervd.

   Thae left her at th corner of th street, and Carton led th wae to Mr. Lorry's, which was within a fue minutes' wauk. John Barsad, or Solomon Pross, waukt at his sied.

   Mr. Lory had just finisht his diner, and was siting befor a cheery litl log or too of fier -- perhaps luuking into thair blaez for th pikcher of that yungger elderly jentlman frum Tellson's, hoo had luukt into th red coels at th Roial George at Dover, now a guud meny yeers ago. He ternd his hed as thae enterd, and shoed th serpriez with which he saw a straenjer.

   "Mis Pross's bruther, ser," sed Sydney. "Mr. Barsad."

   "Barsad?" repeeted th oeld jentlman, "Barsad? I hav an asoesiaeshun with th naem -- and with th faes."

   "I toeld U U had a remarkabl faes, Mr. Barsad," obzervd Carton, cooly. "Prae sit doun."

   As he tuuk a chair himself, he suplied th link that Mr. Lory wonted, bi saeing to him with a froun, "Witnes at that trieal." Mr. Lory imeedyetly rememberd, and regarded his nue vizitor with an undisgiezd luuk of abhorens.

   "Mr. Barsad has bin recogniezd bi Mis Pross as th afecshunet bruther U hav herd of," sed Sydney, "and has aknolejd th relaeshunship. I pas to wers nues. Darnay has bin arested agen."

   Struk with consternaeshun, th oeld jentlman exclaemd, "Whut do U tel me! I left him saef and free within thees too ours, and am about to retern to him!"

   "Arested for all that. When was it dun, Mr. Barsad?"

   "Just now, if at all."

   "Mr. Barsad is th best authority posibl, ser," sed Sydney, "and I hav it frum Mr. Barsad's comuenicaeshun to a frend and bruther Sheep oever a botl of wien, that th arest has taeken plaes. He left th mesenjers at th gaet, and saw them admited bi th porter. Thair is no erthly dout that he is retaken."

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miet depend on his prezens of miend, he comanded himself, and was sielently atentiv.

   "Now, I trust," sed Sydney to him, "that th naem and inflooens of Doctor Manette mae stand him in as guud sted to-morro -- U sed he wuud be befor th Tribuenal agen to-morro, Mr. Barsad? -- "

   "Yes; I beleev so."

   " -- In as guud sted to-morro as to-dae. But it mae not be so. I oen to U, I am shaeken, Mr. Lory, bi Doctor Manette's not having had th power to prevent this arest."

   "He mae not hav noen of it beforhand," sed Mr. Lory.

   "But that verry sercumstans wuud be alarming, when we remember how iedentified he is with his sun-in-law."

   "That's troo," Mr. Lory aknolejd, with his trubld hand at his chin, and his trubld ies on Carton.

   "In short," sed Sydney, "this is a desperet tiem, when desperet gaems ar plaed for desperet staeks. Let th Doctor plae th wining gaem; I wil plae th loozing wun. No man's lief heer is werth perchas. Eny wun carryd hoem bi th peepl to-dae, mae be condemd to- morro. Now, th staek I hav rezolvd to plae for, in caes of th werst, is a frend in th Conciergerie. And th frend I perpos to mieself to win, is Mr. Barsad."

   "U need hav guud cards, ser," sed th spi.

   "I'l run them oever. I'l see whut I hoeld, -- Mr. Lory, U noe whut a broot I am; I wish U'd giv me a litl brandy."

   It was puut befor him, and he drank off a glasful -- drank off anuther glasful -- puusht th botl thautfuly awae.

   "Mr. Barsad," he went on, in th toen of wun hoo reealy was luuking oever a hand at cards: "Sheep of th prizons, emisairy of Republican comitys, now ternkee, now prizoner, allwaes spi and seecret informer, so much th mor valueabl heer for being English that an Englishman is les oepen to suspishun of subornation in thoes carracters than a Frenchman, reprezents himself to his emploiers under a falls naem. That's a verry guud card. Mr. Barsad, now in th emploi of th republican French guvernment, was formerly in th emploi of th aristocratic English guvernment, th enemy of France and freedom. That's an exselent card. Inferens cleer as dae in this reejon of suspishun, that Mr. Barsad, stil in th pae of th aristocratic English guvernment, is th spi of Pitt, th trecherus foe of th Republic crouching in its buuzom, th English traetor and aejent of all mischif so much spoeken of and so dificult


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to fiend. That's a card not to be beeten. Hav U foloed mi hand, Mr. Barsad?"

   "Not to understand yur plae," reternd th spi, sumwhut uneezily.

   "I plae mi Aes, Denunsiaeshun of Mr. Barsad to th neerest Secshun Comity. Luuk oever yur hand, Mr. Barsad, and see whut U hav. Don't hery."

   He droo th botl neer, pord out anuther glasful of brandy, and drank it off. He saw that th spi was feerful of his drinking himself into a fit staet for th imeedyet denunsiaeshun of him. Seeing it, he pord out and drank anuther glasful.

   "Luuk oever yur hand cairfuly, Mr. Barsad. Taek tiem."

   It was a purer hand than he suspected. Mr. Barsad saw loozing cards in it that Sydney Carton nue nuthing of. Throen out of his honourable emploiment in England, thru too much unsucsesful hard swairing thair -- not becauz he was not wonted thair; our English reezons for vaunting our supeeriority to seecresy and spies ar of verry modern daet -- he nue that he had crosst th Chanel, and acsepted servis in France: ferst, as a tempter and an eevzdroper amung his oen cuntrymen thair: grajualy, as a tempter and an eevzdroper amung th naetivs. He nue that under th oeverthroen guvernment he had bin a spi upon Saent Antoine and Defarge's wien-shop; had reseevd frum th wochful polees such heds of informaeshun conserning Doctor Manette's imprizonment, relees, and history, as shuud serv him for an introducshun to familyar conversaeshun with th Defarges; and tried them on Madame Defarge, and had broeken doun with them signaly. He allwaes rememberd with feer and trembling, that that terribl wuuman had nited when he taukt with her, and had luukt ominusly at him as her finggers moovd. He had sinss seen her, in th Secshun of Saent Antoine, oever and oever agen produes her nited rejisters, and denouns peepl hoos lievs th giloteen then shurly swoloed up. He nue, as evry wun emploid as he was did, that he was never saef; that fliet was imposibl; that he was tied fast under th shado of th ax; and that in spiet of his utmoest tergiversation and trechery in fertherans of th raening terror, a werd miet bring it doun upon him. Wuns denounst, and on such graev grounds as had just now bin sugjested to his miend, he forsaw that th dredful wuuman of hoos unrelenting carracter he had seen meny proofs, wuud produes agenst him that faetal rejister, and wuud quash his last chans of lief. Besieds that all seecret men ar


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men soon terrified, heer wer shurly cards enuf of wun blak soot, to justifi th hoelder in groeing rather livid as he ternd them oever.

   "U scairsly seem to liek yur hand," sed Sydney, with th graetest compoezher. "Do U plae?"

   "I think, ser," sed th spi, in th meenest maner, as he ternd to Mr. Lory, "I mae apeel to a jentlman of yur yeers and benevolens, to puut it to this uther jentlman, so much yur joonyor, whether he can under eny sercumstanses reconsiel it to his staeshun to plae that Aes of which he has spoeken. I admit that I am a spi, and that it is considerd a discreditabl staeshun -- tho it must be fild bi sumbody; but this jentlman is no spi, and whi shuud he so demeen himself as to maek himself wun?"

   "I plae mi Aes, Mr. Barsad," sed Carton, taeking th anser on himself, and luuking at his woch, "without eny scroopl, in a verry fue minits."

   "I shuud hav hoept, jentlmen boeth," sed th spi, allwaes strieving to huuk Mr. Lory into th discushun, "that yur respect for mi sister -- "

   "I cuud not beter testifi mi respect for yur sister than bi fienaly releeving her of her bruther," sed Sydney Carton.

   "U think not, ser?"

   "I hav theroely maed up mi miend about it."

   Th smooth maner of th spi, cueriusly in disonans with his ostentatiously ruf dres, and probably with his uezhual demeanour, reseevd such a chek frum th inscrootability of Carton, -- hoo was a mistery to wiezer and honester men than he, -- that it fallterd heer and faeld him. Whiel he was at a loss, Carton sed, rezooming his former air of contemplaeting cards:

   "And indeed, now I think agen, I hav a strong impreshun that I hav anuther guud card heer, not yet enuemeraeted. That frend and felo-Sheep, hoo spoek of himself as pasturing in th cuntry prizons; hoo was he?"

   "French. U don't noe him," sed th spi, qikly.

   "French, eh?" repeeted Carton, muezing, and not apeering to noetis him at all, tho he ekoed his werd. "Wel; he mae be."

   "Is, I ashur U," sed th spi; "tho it's not important."

   "Tho it's not important," repeeted Carton, in th saem mecanical wae -- "tho it's not important -- No, it's not important. No. Yet I noe th faes."

   "I think not. I am shur not. It can't be," sed th spi.


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   "It -- can't -- be," muterd Sydney Carton, retrospectively, and iedling his glas (which forchunetly was a small wun) agen. "Can't -- be. Spoek guud French. Yet liek a foriner, I thaut?"

   "Provinshal," sed th spi.

   "No. Forin!" cried Carton, strieking his oepen hand on th taebl, as a liet broek cleerly on his miend. "Cly! Disgiezd, but th saem man. We had that man befor us at th Oeld Bailey."

   "Now, thair U ar haesty, ser," sed Barsad, with a smiel that gaev his aqilien noez an extra inclinaeshun to wun sied; "thair U reealy giv me an advantej oever U. Cly (hoo I wil unrezervedly admit, at this distans of tiem, was a partner of mien) has bin ded several yeers. I atended him in his last ilnes. He was berryd in London, at th cherch of Saent Pancras-in-th-Feelds. His unpopularity with th blackguard multitued at th moement prevented mi foloeing his remaens, but I helpt to lae him in his coffin."

   Heer, Mr. Lory becaem awair, frum wherr he sat, of a moest remarkabl goblin shado on th wall. Traesing it to its sors, he discuverd it to be cauzd bi a suden extraordinairy riezing and stifening of all th rizen and stif hair on Mr. Cruncher's hed.

   "Let us be reezonabl," sed th spi, "and let us be fair. To sho U how mistaeken U ar, and whut an unfounded asumpshun yurs is, I wil lae befor U a sertifiket of Cly's berrial, which I hapend to hav carryd in mi poket-buuk," with a heryd hand he produest and oepend it, "ever sinss. Thair it is. O, luuk at it, luuk at it! U mae taek it in yur hand; it's no forjery."

   Heer, Mr. Lory perseevd th reflecshun on th wall to elonggaet, and Mr. Cruncher roez and stept forward. His hair cuud not hav bin mor vieolently on end, if it had bin that moement drest bi th Cow with th crumpld horn in th hous that Jak bilt.

   Unseen bi th spi, Mr. Cruncher stuud at his sied, and tucht him on th shoelder liek a goestly baelif.

   "That thair Roger Cly, master," sed Mr. Cruncher, with a tasitern and ieern-bound vizej. "So U puut him in his coffin?"

   "I did."

   "Hoo tuuk him out of it?"

   Barsad leend bak in his chair, and stamerd, "Whut do U meen?"

   "I meen," sed Mr. Cruncher, "that he warn't never in it. No! Not he! I'l hav mi hed tuuk off, if he was ever in it."

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   "I tel U," sed Jerry, "that U berryd paeving-stoens and erth in that thair coffin. Don't go and tel me that U berryd Cly. It was a taek in. Me and too mor noes it."

   "How do U noe it?"

   "Whut's that to U? Ecod!" grould Mr. Cruncher, "it's U I hav got a oeld gruj agen, is it, with yur shaemful impositions upon traedzmen! I'd cach hoeld of yur throet and choek U for haf a guinea."

   Sydney Carton, hoo, with Mr. Lory, had bin lost in amaezment at this tern of th biznes, heer reqested Mr. Cruncher to moderet and explaen himself.

   "At anuther tiem, ser," he reternd, evasively, "th prezent tiem is il- conwenient for explainin'. Whut I stand to, is, that he noes wel wot that thair Cly was never in that thair coffin. Let him sae he was, in so much as a werd of wun silabl, and I'l eether cach hoeld of his throet and choek him for haf a guinea;" Mr. Cruncher dwelt upon this as qiet a liberal offer; "or I'l out and anouns him."

   "Humph! I see wun thing," sed Carton. "I hoeld anuther card, Mr. Barsad. Imposibl, heer in raejing Paris, with Suspishun filing th air, for U to outliv denunsiaeshun, when U ar in comuenicaeshun with anuther aristocratic spi of th saem antyseedents as yurself, hoo, moroever, has th mistery about him of having faend deth and cum to lief agen! A plot in th prizons, of th foriner agenst th Republic. A strong card -- a serten Giloteen card! Do U plae?"

   "No!" reternd th spi. "I thro up. I confes that we wer so unpopuelar with th outraejus mob, that I oenly got awae frum England at th risk of being dukt to deth, and that Cly was so ferreted up and doun, that he never wuud hav got awae at all but for that sham. Tho how this man noes it was a sham, is a wunder of wunders to me."

   "Never U trubl yur hed about this man," retorted th contenshus Mr. Cruncher; "U'l hav trubl enuf with giving yur atenshun to that jentlman. And luuk heer! Wuns mor!" -- Mr. Cruncher cuud not be restraend frum maeking rather an ostentaeshus paraed of his liberality -- "I'd cach hoeld of yur throet and choek U for haf a guinea."

   Th Sheep of th prizons ternd frum him to Sydney Carton, and sed, with mor desizhun, "It has cum to a point. I go on duety soon, and can't oeverstae mi tiem. U toeld me U had a propoezal; whut is it? Now, it is of no ues asking too much of me. Ask me to do enything in


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mi offis, puuting mi hed in graet extra daenjer, and I had beter trust mi lief to th chanses of a refuezal than th chanses of consent. In short, I shuud maek that chois. U tauk of desperaeshun. We ar all desperet heer. Remember! I mae denouns U if I think proper, and I can swair mi wae thru stoen walls, and so can uthers. Now, whut do U wont with me?"

   "Not verry much. U ar a ternkee at th Conciergerie?"

   "I tel U wuns for all, thair is no such thing as an escaep posibl," sed th spi, fermly.

   "Whi need U tel me whut I hav not askt? U ar a ternkee at th Conciergerie?"

   "I am sumtiems."

   "U can be when U chooz?"

   "I can pas in and out when I chooz."

   Sydney Carton fild anuther glas with brandy, pord it sloely out upon th harth, and wocht it as it dropt. It being all spent, he sed, riezing:

   "So far, we hav spoeken befor thees too, becauz it was as wel that th merrits of th cards shuud not rest soely between U and me. Cum into th dark room heer, and let us hav wun fienal werd aloen."

TH GAEM MAED

   WHIEL SYDNEY CARTON and th Sheep of th prizons wer in th ajoining dark room, speeking so lo that not a sound was herd, Mr. Lory luukt at Jerry in considerabl dout and mistrust. That onest tradesman's maner of reseeving th luuk, did not inspier confidens; he


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chaenjd th leg on which he rested, as offen as if he had fifty of thoes lims, and wer trieing them all; he examind his fingger-naels with a verry qeschunabl cloesnes of atenshun; and whenever Mr. Lorry's ie caut his, he was taeken with that pecuelyar kiend of short cauf reqiering th holo of a hand befor it, which is seldom, if ever, noen to be an infermity atendant on perfect oepennes of carracter.

   "Jerry," sed Mr. Lory. "Cum heer."

   Mr. Cruncher caem forward siedwaes, with wun of his shoelders in advans of him.

   "Whut hav U bin, besieds a mesenjer?"

   After sum cojitaeshun, acumpanyd with an intent luuk at his paetron, Mr. Cruncher conseevd th loominus iedeea of replieing, "Agicultooral carracter."

   "Mi miend misgives me much," sed Mr. Lory, anggrily shaeking a forfingger at him, "that U hav uezd th respectabl and graet hous of Tellson's as a bliend, and that U hav had an unlawful ocuepaeshun of an infamus descripshun. If U hav, don't expect me to befrend U when U get bak to England. If U hav, don't expect me to keep yur seecret. Tellson's shal not be impoezd upon."

   "I hoep, ser," pleeded th abashed Mr. Cruncher, "that a jentlman liek yurself wot I'v had th onor of od jobing til I'm grae at it, wuud think twies about harming of me, eeven if it wos so -- I don't sae it is, but eeven if it wos. And which it is to be tuuk into acount that if it wos, it wuudn't, eeven then, be all o' wun sied. Thair'd be too sieds to it. Thair miet be medical doctors at th prezent our, a piking up thair guineas wherr a onest traedzman don't pik up his fardens -- fardens! no, nor yet his haf fardens -- haf fardens! no, nor yet his qorter -- a banking awae liek smoek at Tellson's, and a cocking thair medical ies at that traedzman on th sli, a going in and going out to thair oen carrejes -- aa! eeqaly liek smoek, if not mor so. Wel, that 'ud be impoezing, too, on Tellson's. For U cannot sarse th goos and not th gander. And heer's Mrs. Cruncher, or leastways wos in th Oeld England tiems, and wuud be to-morro, if cauz given, a floppin' agen th biznes to that degree as is ruinating -- stark ruinating! Wherras them medical doctors' wievs don't flop -- cach 'em at it! Or, if thae flop, thair topings goes in faevor of mor paeshents, and how can U rietly hav wun without t'other? Then, wot with undertaekers, and wot with parrish clerks, and wot with sextons, and wot with prievet wochmen (all awaricious and all in it), a man wuudn't get much bi it, eeven if it wos so. And wot litl a man


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did get, wuud never prosper with him, Mr. Lory. He'd never hav no guud of it; he'd wont all along to be out of th lien, if he, cuud see his wae out, being wuns in -- eeven if it wos so."

   "Ugh!" cried Mr. Lory, rather relenting, nevertheles, "I am shokt at th siet of U."

   "Now, whut I wuud humbly offer to U, ser," persood Mr. Cruncher, "eeven if it wos so, which I don't sae it is -- "

   "Don't prevarricaet," sed Mr. Lory.

   "No, I wil not, ser," reternd Mr. Crunches as if nuthing wer ferther frum his thauts or practis -- "which I don't sae it is -- wot I wuud humbly offer to U, ser, wuud be this. Upon that thair stool, at that thair Bar, sets that thair boi of mien, braut up and growed up to be a man, wot wil errand U, mesej U, jeneral-liet-job U, til yur heels is wherr yur hed is, if such shuud be yur wishes. If it wos so, which I stil don't sae it is (for I wil not prewaricate to U, ser), let that thair boi keep his father's plaes, and taek cair of his muther; don't blo upon that boy's faather -- do not do it, ser -- and let that faather go into th lien of th reg'lar diggin', and maek amends for whut he wuud hav undug -- if it wos so -- bi diggin' of 'em in with a wil, and with conwictions respectin' th futur' keepin' of 'em saef. That, Mr. Lory," sed Mr. Cruncher, wieping his forhed with his arm, as an anounsment that he had arievd at th perroraeshun of his discors, "is wot I wuud respectfuly offer to U, ser. A man don't see all this heer a goin' on dredful round him, in th wae of Subjects without heds, deer me, plentiful enuf fer to bring th pries doun to porterage and hardly that, without havin' his seerius thauts of things. And thees heer wuud be mien, if it wos so, entreatin' of U fer to bair in miend that wot I sed just now, I up and sed in th guud cauz when I miet hav kep' it bak."

   "That at leest is troo, sed Mr. Lory. "Sae no mor now. It mae be that I shal yet stand yur frend, if U dezerv it, and repent in acshun -- not in werds. I wont no mor werds."

   Mr. Cruncher nukld his forhed, as Sydney Carton and th spi reternd frum th dark room. "Adieu, Mr. Barsad," sed th former; "our araenjment thus maed, U hav nuthing to feer frum me.')

   He sat doun in a chair on th harth, oever agenst Mr. Lory. When thae wer aloen, Mr. Lory askt him whut he had dun?

   "Not much. If it shuud go il with th prizoner, I hav ensured acses to him, wuns."

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   "It is all I cuud do," sed Carton. "To propoez too much, wuud be to puut this man's hed under th ax, and, as he himself sed, nuthing wers cuud hapen to him if he wer denounst. It was obviusly th weeknes of th pozishun. Thair is no help for it."

   "But acses to him," sed Mr. Lory, "if it shuud go il befor th Tribuenal, wil not saev him."

   "I never sed it wuud."

   Mr. Lorry's ies grajualy saut th fier; his simpathy with his darling, and th hevy disapointment of his second arest, grajualy weekend them; he was an oeld man now, overborne with angzieity of laet, and his teers fel.

   "U ar a guud man and a troo frend," sed Carton, in an allterd vois. "Forgiv me if I noetis that U ar afected. I cuud not see mi faather weep, and sit bi, cairles. And I cuud not respect yur sorro mor, if U wer mi faather. U ar free frum that misforchen, however."

   Tho he sed th last werds, with a slip into his uezhual maner, thair was a troo feeling and respect boeth in his toen and in his tuch, that Mr. Lory, hoo had never seen th beter sied of him, was hoely unprepaird for. He gaev him his band, and Carton jently prest it.

   "To retern to pur Darnay," sed Carton. "Don't tel Her of this intervue, or this araenjment. It wuud not enaebl Her to go to see him. She miet think it was contrievd, in caes of th wers, to convae to him th meens of antisipaeting th sentens."

   Mr. Lory had not thaut of that, and he luukt qikly at Carton to see if it wer in his miend. It seemd to be; he reternd th luuk, and evidently understuud it.

   "She miet think a thouzand things," Carton sed, "and eny of them wuud oenly ad to her trubl. Don't speek of me to her. As I sed to U when I ferst caem, I had beter not see her. I can puut mi hand out, to do eny litl helpful werk for her that mi hand can fiend to do, without that. U ar going to her, I hoep? She must be verry desolet to-niet."

   "I am going now, directly."

   "I am glad of that. She has such a strong atachment to U and relieans on U. How duz she luuk?"

   "Ankshus and unhapy, but verry buetyful."

   "Aa!"

   It was a long, greeving sound, liek a si -- allmoest liek a sob. It atracted Mr. Lorry's ies to Carton's faes, which was ternd to th fier. A liet, or


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a shaed (th oeld jentlman cuud not hav sed which), past frum it as swiftly as a chaenj wil sweep oever a hil-sied on a wield briet dae, and he lifted his fuut to puut bak wun of th litl flaeming logs, which was tumbling forward. He wor th whiet rieding-coet and top-boots, then in voeg, and th liet of th fier tuching thair liet serfises maed him luuk verry pael, with his long broun hair, all untrimmed, hanging loos about him. His indiferens to fier was sufishently remarkabl to elisit a werd of remonstrans frum Mr. Lory; his boot was stil upon th hot embers of th flaeming log, when it had broeken under th waet of Ms fuut.

   "I forgot it," he sed.

   Mr. Lorry's ies wer agen atracted to his faes. Taeking noet of th waested air which clouded th nacheraly hansum feechers, and having th expreshun of prisoners' faeses fresh in his miend, he was strongly remiended of that expreshun.

   "And yur duetys heer hav drawn to an end, ser?" sed Carton, terning to him.

   "Yes. As I was teling U last niet when Lucie caem in so unexpectedly, I hav at length dun all that I can do heer. I hoept to hav left them in perfect saefty, and then to hav quitted Paris. I hav mi Leev to Pas. I was redy to go."

   Thae wer boeth sielent.

   "Yurs is a long lief to luuk bak upon, ser?" sed Carton, wistfuly.

   "I am in mi seventy-aetth yeer."

   "U hav bin uesful all yur lief; stedily and constantly ocuepied; trusted, respected, and luukt up to?"

   "I hav bin a man of biznes, ever sinss I hav bin a man. indeed, I mae sae that I was a man of biznes when a boi."

   "See whut a plaes U fil at seventy-aet. How meny peepl wil mis U when U leev it empty!"

   "A solitairy oeld bachelor," anserd Mr. Lory, shaeking his hed. "Thair is noebody to weep for me."

   "How can U sae that? Wuudn't She weep for U? Wuudn't her chield?"

   "Yes, yes, thank God. I didn't qiet meen whut I sed."

   "It is a thing to thank God for; is it not?"

   "Shurly, shurly."

   "If U cuud sae, with trooth, to yur oen solitairy hart, to-niet, 'I hav secuerd to mieself th luv and atachment, th gratitued or respect,


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of no hueman creecher; I hav wun mieself a tender plaes in no regard; I hav dun nuthing guud or servisabl to be rememberd bi!' yur seventy- aet yeers wuud be seventy-aet hevy curses; wuud thae not?"

   "U sae trooly, Mr. Carton; I think thae wuud be."

   Sydney ternd his ies agen upon th fier, and, after a sielens of a fue moements, sed:

   "I shuud liek to ask U: -- Duz yur chieldhuud seem far off? Do th daes when U sat at yur mother's nee, seem daes of verry long ago?"

   Responding to his soffend maner, Mr. Lory anserd:

   "Twenty yeers bak, yes; at this tiem of mi lief, no. For, as I draw cloeser and cloeser to th end, I travel in th sercl, neerer and neerer to th begining. It seems to be wun of th kiend smoothings and preparings of th wae. Mi hart is tucht now, bi meny remembranses that had long fallen asleep, of mi prity yung muther (and I so oeld!), and bi meny asoesiaeshuns of th daes when whut we call th Werld was not so reeal with me, and mi fallts wer not confermd in me."

   "I understand th feeling!" exclaemd Carton, with a briet flush. "And U ar th beter for it?"

   "I hoep so."

   Carton terminaeted th conversaeshun heer, bi riezing to help him on with his outer coet; "But U," sed Mr. Lory, reverting to th theem, "U ar yung."

   "Yes," sed Carton. "I am not oeld, but mi yung wae was never th wae to aej. Enuf of me."

   "And of me, I am shur," sed Mr. Lory. "Ar U going out?"

   "I'l wauk with U to her gaet. U noe mi vagabond and restles habits. If I shuud proul about th streets a long tiem, don't be uneezy; I shal re-apeer in th morning. U go to th Cort to-morro?"

   "Yes, unhapily."

   "I shal be thair, but oenly as wun of th croud. Mi Spi wil fiend a plaes for me. Taek mi arm, ser."

   Mr. Lory did so, and thae went doun-stairs and out in th streets. A fue minits braut them to Mr. Lorry's destinaeshun. Carton left him thair; but linggerd at a litl distans, and ternd bak to th gaet agen when it was shut, and tucht it. He had herd of her going to th prizon evry dae. "She caem out heer," he sed, luuking about him, "ternd this wae, must hav trod on thees stoens offen. Let me folo in her steps."

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Fors, wherr she had stuud hundreds of tiems. A litl wuud-sawyer, having cloezd his shop, was smoeking his piep at his shop-dor.

   "Guud niet, sitizen," sed Sydney Carton, pauzing in going bi; for, th man ied him inquisitively.

   "Guud niet, sitizen."

   "How goes th Republic?"

   "U meen th Giloteen. Not il. Sixty-three to-dae. We shal mount to a hundred soon. Samson and his men complaen sumtiems, of being exausted. Haa, haa, haa! He is so droel, that Samson. Such a Barber!"

   "Do U offen go to see him -- "

   "Shaev? Allwaes. Evry dae. Whut a barber! U hav seen him at werk?"

   "Never."

   "Go and see him when he has a guud bach. Figuer this to yurself, sitizen; he shaevd th sixty-three to-dae, in les than too pieps! Les than too pieps. Werd of onor!"

   As th grining litl man held out th piep he was smoeking, to explaen how he tiemd th execueshuner, Carton was so sensibl of a riezing dezier to striek th lief out of him, that he ternd awae.

   "But U ar not English," sed th wuud-sawyer, "tho U wair English dres?"

   "Yes," sed Carton, pauzing agen, and ansering oever his shoelder.

   "U speek liek a Frenchman."

   "I am an oeld stoodent heer."

   "Aha, a perfect Frenchman! Guud niet, Englishman."

   "Guud niet, sitizen."

   "But go and see that droel daug," th litl man persisted, calling after him. "And taek a piep with U!"

   Sydney had not gon far out of siet, when he stopt in th midl of th street under a glimering lamp, and roet with his pensil on a scrap of paeper. Then, traversing with th desieded step of wun hoo rememberd th wae wel, several dark and derty streets -- much dirtier than uezhual, for th best public theroefairs remaend unclenzd in thoes tiems of terror -- he stopt at a chemist's shop, which th oener was cloezing with his oen hands. A small, dim, cruuked shop, kept in a torchuos, up-hil theroefair, bi a small, dim, cruuked man.

   Giving this sitizen, too, guud niet, as he confrunted him at his counter, he laed th scrap of paeper befor him. "Whew!" th kemist whisld sofftly, as he reed it. "Hi! hi! hi!"


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   Sydney Carton tuuk no heed, and th kemist sed:

   "For U, sitizen?"

   "For me."

   "U wil be cairful to keep them separaet, sitizen? U noe th conseqenses of mixing them?"

   "Perfectly."

   Serten small pakets wer maed and given to him. He puut them, wun bi wun, in th brest of his iner coet, counted out th muny for them, and deliberetly left th shop. "Thair is nuthing mor to do," sed he, glansing upward at th moon, "until to-morro. I can't sleep."

   It was not a rekles maner, th maner in which he sed thees werds aloud under th fast-saeling clouds, nor was it mor expresiv of neglijens than defieans. It was th setld maner of a tierd man, hoo had waanderd and strugld and got lost, but hoo at length struk into his roed and saw its end.

   Long ago, when he had bin faemus amung his erlyest competitors as a yooth of graet promis, be had foloed his faather to th graev. His muther had died, yeers befor. Thees solem werds, which had bin reed at his father's graev, aroez in his miend as he went doun th dark streets, amung th hevy shadoes, with th moon and th clouds saeling on hi abuv him. "I am th rezerecshun and th lief, seth th Lord: he that beleeveth in me, tho he wer ded, yet shal he liv: and hoo-so-ever liveth and beleeveth in me, shal never die."

   In a sity dominaeted bi th ax, aloen at niet, with nacheral sorro riezing in him for th sixty-three hoo had bin that dae puut to deth, and for to-morrow's victims then awaeting thair doom in th prizons, and stil of to-morrow's and to-morrow's, th chaen of asoesiaeshun that braut th werds hoem, liek a rusty oeld ship's ankor frum th deep, miet hav bin eezily found. He did not seek it, but repeeted them and went on.

   With a solem interest in th lieted windoes wherr th peepl wer going to rest, forgetful thru a fue caam ours of th horrors serounding them; in th towers of th cherches, wherr no prairs wer sed, for th popuelar revulshun had eeven traveld that length of self- destrucshun frum yeers of preestly impostors, plunderers, and profligates; in th distant berrial-plaeses, rezervd, as thae roet upon th gaets, for Eternal Sleep; in th abounding gaols; and in th streets along which th sixtys roeld to a deth which had becum so comon and mateerial, that no sorroeful story of a haunting Spirit ever aroez amung th peepl out of all th werking of th Giloteen; with a solem interest in th hoel


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lief and deth of th sity setling doun to its short nietly pauz in fuery; Sydney Carton crosst th Seine agen for th lieter streets.

   Fue coeches wer abraud, for rieders in coeches wer lieabl to be suspected, and jentility hid its hed in red nightcaps, and puut on hevy shoos, and trujd. But, th theatres wer all wel fild, and th peepl pord cheerfuly out as he past, and went chating hoem. At wun of th theeater dors, thair was a litl gerl with a muther, luuking for a wae across th street thru th mud. He carryd th chield oever, and befor, th timid arm was loosed frum his nek askt her for a kis.

   "I am th rezerecshun and th lief, seth th Lord: he that beleeveth in me, tho he wer ded, yet shal he liv: and hoo-so-ever liveth and beleeveth in me, shal never die."

   Now, that th streets wer qieet, and th niet wor on, th werds wer in th ekoes of his feet, and wer in th air. Perfectly caam and stedy, he sumtiems repeeted them to himself as he waukt; but, he herd them allwaes.

   Th niet wor out, and, as he stuud upon th brij lisening to th wauter as it splasht th river-walls of th Ieland of Paris, wherr th pikcheresk confuezhun of houses and catheedral shoen briet in th liet of th moon, th dae caem coeldly, luuking liek a ded faes out of th skie. Then, th niet, with th moon and th stars, ternd pael and died, and for a litl whiel it seemd as if Creaeshun wer deliverd oever to Death's dominyon.

   But, th glorius sun, riezing, seemd to striek thoes werds, that berden of th niet, straet and worm to his hart in its long briet raes. And luuking along them, with reverently shaeded ies, a brij of liet apeerd to span th air between him and th sun, whiel th river sparkld under it.

   Th strong tied, so swift, so deep, and serten, was liek a conjeenial frend, in th morning stilnes. He waukt bi th streem, far frum th houses, and in th liet and wormth of th sun fel asleep on th bank. When he awoek and was afuut agen, he linggerd thair yet a litl longger, woching an edy that ternd and ternd perposles, until th streem absorbd it, and carryd it on to th see. -- "Liek me!"

   A traeding-boet, with a sael of th soffend colour of a ded leef, then glieded into his vue, floeted bi him, and died awae. As its sielent trak in th wauter disapeerd, th prair that had broeken up out of his hart for a mersyful consideraeshun of all his pur blindnesses and errors, ended in th werds, "I am th rezerecshun and th lief."


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   Mr. Lory was allredy out when he got bak, and it was eezy to sermiez wherr th guud oeld man was gon. Sydney Carton drank nuthing but a tittle coffy, aet sum bred, and, having wosht and chaenjd to refresh himself, went out to th plaes of trieal.

   Th cort was all astir and a-buz, when th blak sheep -- hoom meny fel awae frum in dred -- prest him into an obscuer corner amung th croud. Mr. Lory was thair, and Doctor Manette was thair. She was thair, siting besied her faather.

   When her huzband was braut in, she ternd a luuk upon him, so sustaening, so encurejing, so fuul of admiering luv and pitying tendernes, yet so curaejus for his saek, that it calld th helthy blud into his faes, brietend his glans, and animaeted his hart. If thair had bin eny ies to noetis th inflooens of her luuk, on Sydney Carton, it wuud hav bin seen to be th saem inflooens exactly.

   Befor that unjust Tribuenal, thair was litl or no order of proseejer, enshuring to eny acuezd person eny reezonabl heering. Thair cuud hav bin no such Revolooshun, if all laws, forms, and serremoenys, had not ferst bin so monstrously abuezd, that th sooisiedal vengeance of th Revolooshun was to scater them all to th winds.

   Evry ie was ternd to th jury. Th saem determind paetriots and guud republicans as yesterdae and th dae befor, and to-morro and th dae after. Eeger and prominent amung them, wun man with a craeving faes, and his finggers perpechualy huvering about his lips, hoos apeerans gaev graet satisfacshun to th spectaetors. A lief-thirsting, canibal- luuking, bludy-miended juryman, th Jacques Three of St. Antoine. Th hoel jury, as a jury of daugs empannelled to tri th deer.

   Evry ie then ternd to th fiev jujes and th public prosecuetor. No favourable leening in that qorter to-dae. A fel, uncompromiezing, merderus biznes-meening thair. Evry ie then saut sum uther ie in th croud, and gleemd at it aproovingly; and heds noded at wun anuther, befor bending forward with a straend atenshun.

   Charles Evrémonde, calld Darnay. Releest yesterdae. Reaccused and retaken yesterdae. Indietment deliverd to him last niet. Suspected and Denounst enemy of th Republic, Aristocrat, wun of a family of tierants, wun of a raes proescriebd, for that thae had uezd thair abolisht privilejes to th infamus opreshun of th peepl. Charles Evrémonde, calld Darnay, in riet of such proescripshun, absolootly Ded in Law.

   To this efect, in as fue or fueer werds, th Public Prosecuetor.

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   "Oepenly, Prezident."

   "Bi hoom?"

   "Three voises. Ernest Defarge, wien-vendor of St. Antoine."

   "Guud."

   "Therese Defarge, his wief."

   "Guud."

   "Alexandre Manette, fizishan."

   A graet upror tuuk plaes in th cort, and in th midst of it, Doctor Manette was seen, pael and trembling, standing wherr he had bin seeted.

   "Prezident, I indignantly protest to U that this is a forjery and a fraud. U noe th acuezd to be th huzband of mi dauter. Mi dauter, and thoes deer to her, ar far deerer to me than mi lief. Hoo and wherr is th falls conspirator hoo ses that I denouns th huzband of mi chield!"

   "Sitizen Manette, be tranqil. To fael in submishun to th authority of th Tribuenal wuud be to puut yurself out of Law. As to whut is deerer to U than lief, nuthing can be so deer to a guud sitizen as th Republic."

   Loud acclamations haeld this rebuek. Th Prezident rang his bel, and with wormth rezoomd.

   "If th Republic shuud demand of U th sacrifies of yur chield herself, U wuud hav no duety but to sacrifies her. Lisen to whut is to folo. In th meenwhiel, be sielent!"

   Frantic acclamations wer agen raezd. Doctor Manette sat doun, with his ies luuking around, and his lips trembling; his dauter droo cloeser to him. Th craeving man on th jury rubd his hands together, and restord th uezhual hand to his mouth.

   Defarge was produest, when th cort was qieet enuf to admit of his being herd, and rapidly expounded th story of th imprizonment, and of his having bin a meer boi in th Doctor's servis, and of th relees, and of th staet of th prizoner when releest and deliverd to him. This short examinaeshun foloed, for th cort was qik with its werk.

   "U did guud servis at th taeking of th Bastille, sitizen?"

   "I beleev so."

   Heer, an exsieted wuuman screecht frum th croud: "U wer wun of th best paetriots thair. Whi not sae so? U wer a canoneer that dae


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thair, and U wer amung th ferst to enter th acurst fortres when it fel. Paetriots, I speek th trooth!"

   It was Th Vengeance hoo, amidst th worm commendations of th audyens, thus asisted th proseedings. Th Prezident rang his bel; but, Th Vengeance, worming with encurejment, shreekt, "I defi that bel!" wherrin she was liekwiez much comended.

   "Inform th Tribuenal of whut U did that dae within th Bastille, sitizen."

   "I nue," sed Defarge, luuking doun at his wief, hoo stuud at th botom of th steps on which he was raezd, luuking stedily up at him; "I nue that this prizoner, of hoom I speek, had bin confiend in a sel noen as Wun Hundred and Fiev, North Tower. I nue it frum himself. He nue himself bi no uther naem than Wun Hundred and Fiev, North Tower, when he maed shoos under mi cair. As I serv mi gun that dae, I rezolv, when th plaes shal fall, to examin that sel. It falls. I mount to th sel, with a felo-sitizen hoo is wun of th Jury, directed bi a gaoler. I examin it, verry cloesly. In a hoel in th chimny, wherr a stoen has bin werkt out and replaest, I fiend a riten paeper. This is that riten paeper. I hav maed it mi biznes to examin sum spesimens of th rieting of Doctor Manette. This is th rieting of Doctor Manette. I confied this paeper, in th rieting of Doctor Manette, to th hands of th Prezident."

   "Let it be reed."

   In a ded sielens and stilnes -- th prizoner under trieal luuking luvingly at his wief, his wief oenly luuking frum him to luuk with solisitued at her faather, Doctor Manette keeping his ies fixt on th reeder, Madame Defarge never taeking hers frum th prizoner, Defarge never taeking his frum his feesting wief, and all th uther ies thair intent upon th Doctor, hoo saw nun of them -- th paeper was reed, as foloes.


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TH SUBSTANS OF TH SHADO

   "I, ALEXANDRE MANETTE, unforchunet fizishan, naetiv of Beauvais, and afterwards rezident in Paris, riet this melancoly paeper in mi doelful sel in th Bastille, during th last munth of th yeer, 1767. I riet it at stoelen intervals, under evry dificulty. I dezien to secreet it in th wall of th chimny, wherr I hav sloely and laboriusly maed a plaes of conseelment for it. Sum pitying hand mae fiend it thair, when I and mi sorroes ar dust.

   "Thees werds ar formd bi th rusty ieern point with which I riet with dificulty in scraepings of suut and charcoel frum th chimny, mixt with blud, in th last munth of th tenth yeer of mi captivity. Hoep has qiet departed frum mi brest. I noe frum terribl wornings I hav noeted in mieself that mi reezon wil not long remaen unimpaird, but I solemly declair that I am at this tiem in th pozeshun of mi riet miend -- that mi memory is exact and sercumstanshal -- and that I riet th trooth as I shal anser for thees mi last recorded werds, whether thae be ever reed bi men or not, at th Eternal Jujment-seet.

   "Wun cloudy moonliet niet, in th therd week of December (I think th twenty-second of th munth) in th yeer 1757, I was wauking on a retierd part of th quay bi th Seine for th refreshment of th frosty air, at an hour's distans frum mi plaes of rezidens in th Street of th Scool of Medisin, when a carrej caem along behiend me, driven verry fast. As I stuud asied to let that carrej pas, aprehensiv that it miet utherwiez run me doun, a hed was puut out at th windo, and a vois calld to th driever to stop.

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and th saem vois calld to me bi mi naem. I anserd. Th carrej was then so far in advans of me that too jentlmen had tiem to oepen th dor and aliet befor I caem up with it. I obzervd that thae wer boeth rapt in cloaks, and apeerd to conseel themselvs. As thae stuud sied bi sied neer th carrej dor, I allso obzervd that thae boeth luukt of about mi oen aej, or rather yungger, and that thae wer graetly aliek, in stacher, maner, vois, and (as far as I cuud see) faes too.

   "'you ar Doctor Manette?' sed wun.

   "I am."

   "'doctor Manette, formerly of Beauvais,' sed th uther; 'the yung fizishan, orijinaly an expert serjen, hoo within th last yeer or too has maed a riezing repuetaeshun in Paris?'

   "'gentlemen,' I reternd, 'I am that Doctor Manette of hoom U speek so graeshusly.'

   "'we hav bin to yur rezidens,' sed th ferst, 'and not being so forchunet as to fiend U thair, and being informd that U wer probably wauking in this direcshun, we foloed, in th hoep of oevertaeking U. Wil U pleez to enter th carrej?'

   "Th maner of boeth was impeerius, and thae boeth moovd, as thees werds wer spoeken, so as to plaes me between themselvs and th carrej dor. Thae wer armd. I was not.

   "'gentlemen,' sed I, 'pardon me; but I uezhualy inqier hoo duz me th onor to seek mi asistans, and whut is th naecher of th caes to which I am sumond.'

   "Th repli to this was maed bi him hoo had spoeken second. 'doctor, yur clieents ar peepl of condishun. As to th naecher of th caes, our confidens in yur skil ashurs us that U wil asertaen it for yurself beter than we can descrieb it. Enuf. Wil U pleez to enter th carrej?'

   "I cuud do nuthing but compli, and I enterd it in sielens. Thae boeth enterd after me -- th last springing in, after puuting up th steps. Th carrej ternd about, and droev on at its former speed.

   "I repeet this conversaeshun exactly as it ocurd. I hav no dout that it is, werd for werd, th saem. I descrieb evrything exactly as it tuuk plaes, constraening mi miend not to waander frum th task. Wherr I maek th broeken marks that folo heer, I leev off for th tiem, and puut mi paeper in its hieding-plaes. * * * *

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emerjd upon th cuntry roed. At too-therds of a leeg frum th Barryer -- I did not estimet th distans at that tiem, but afterwards when I traverst it -- it struk out of th maen avenue, and prezently stopt at a solitairy hous, We all three alieted, and waukt, bi a damp sofft fuut- path in a garden wherr a neglected founten had oeverfloed, to th dor of th hous. It was not oepend imeedyetly, in anser to th ringing of th bel, and wun of mi too conductors struk th man hoo oepend it, with his hevy rieding gluv, across th faes.

   "Thair was nuthing in this acshun to atract mi particuelar atenshun, for I had seen comon peepl struk mor comonly than daugs. But, th uther of th too, being anggry liekwiez, struk th man in liek maner with his arm; th luuk and bairing of th bruthers wer then so exactly aliek, that I then ferst perseevd them to be twin bruthers.

   "Frum th tiem of our alieting at th outer gaet (which we found lokt, and which wun of th bruthers had oepend to admit us, and had relocked), I had herd cries proseeding frum an uper chaember. I was conducted to this chaember straet, th cries groeing louder as we asended th stairs, and I found a paeshent in a hi feever of th braen, lieing on a bed.

   "Th paeshent was a wuuman of graet buety, and yung; ashuredly not much past twenty. Her hair was torn and raged, and her arms wer bound to her sieds with sashes and hankerchifs. I noetist that thees bonds wer all porshuns of a gentleman's dres. On wun of them, which was a frinjd scarf for a dres of serremoeny, I saw th armorial bairings of a Noebl, and th leter E.

   "I saw this, within th ferst minit of mi contemplaeshun of th paeshent; for, in her restles strievings she had ternd oever on her faes on th ej of th bed, had drawn th end of th scarf into her mouth, and was in daenjer of sufocaeshun. Mi ferst act was to puut out mi hand to releev her breething; and in mooving th scarf asied, th embroidery in th corner caut mi siet.

   "I ternd her jently oever, plaest mi hands upon her brest to caam her and keep her doun, and luukt into her faes. Her ies wer dielaeted and wield, and she constantly uterd peersing shrieks, and repeeted th werds, 'my huzband, mi faather, and mi bruther!' and then counted up to twelv, and sed, 'hush!' For an instant, and no mor, she wuud pauz to lisen, and then th peersing shrieks wuud begin agen, and she wuud repeet th cri, 'my huzband, mi faather, and mi bruther!' and wuud count up to twelv, and sae, 'hush!' Thair was no vairiaeshun in th


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order, or th maner. Thair was no sesaeshun, but th reguelar moment's pauz, in th uterans of thees sounds.

   "'how long,' I askt, 'has this lasted?'

   "To distinggwish th bruthers, I wil call them th elder and th yungger; bi th elder, I meen him hoo exersiezd th moest authority. It was th elder hoo replied, 'since about this our last niet.'

   "'she has a huzband, a faather, and a bruther?'

   "'A bruther.'

   "'I do not adres her bruther?'

   "He anserd with graet contempt, 'no.'

   "'she has sum reesent asoesiaeshun with th number twelv?'

   "Th yungger bruther impaeshently rejoind, 'with twelv o'clok?'

   "'see, jentlmen,' sed I, stil keeping mi hands upon her brest, 'how uesles I am, as U hav braut me! If I had noen whut I was cuming to see, I cuud hav cum provieded. As it is, tiem must be lost. Thair ar no medisins to be obtaend in this loenly plaes.'

   "Th elder bruther luukt to th yungger, hoo sed hautily, 'there is a caes of medisins heer;' and braut it frum a clozet, and puut it on th taebl. * * * *

   "I oepend sum of th botls, smelt them, and puut th stopers to mi lips. If I had wonted to uez enything saev narcotic medisins that wer poizons in themselvs, I wuud not hav administerd eny of thoes.

   "'do U dout them?' askt th yungger bruther.

   "'you see, monsieur, I am going to uez them,' I replied, and sed no mor.

   "I maed th paeshent swolo, with graet dificulty, and after meny eforts, th does that I dezierd to giv. As I intended to repeet it after a whiel, and as it was nesesairy to woch its inflooens, I then sat doun bi th sied of th bed. Thair was a timid and suprest wuuman in atendans (wief of th man doun-stairs), hoo had retreeted into a corner. Th hous was damp and decaed, indiferently fernisht -- evidently, reesently ocuepied and temporairily uezd. Sum thik oeld hangings had bin naeld up befor th windoes, to deden th sound of th shrieks. Thae continued to be uterd in thair reguelar sucseshun, with th cri, 'my huzband, mi faather, and mi bruther!' th counting up to twelv, and 'hush!' Th frenzy was so vieolent, that I had not unfasend th bandejes restraening th arms; but, I had luukt to them, to see that thae wer not paenful. Th oenly spark of encurejment in th caes, was, that mi hand upon th sufferer's brest had this much soothing inflooens, that for minits


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at a tiem it tranquillised th figuer. It had no efect upon th cries; no penjulum cuud be mor reguelar.

   "For th reezon that mi hand had this efect (I asoom), I had sat bi th sied of th bed for haf an our, with th too bruthers luuking on, befor th elder sed:

   "'there is anuther paeshent.'

   "I was startld, and askt, 'is it a presing caes?'

   "'you had beter see,' he cairlesly anserd; and tuuk up a liet. * * * *

   "Th uther paeshent lae in a bak room across a second staircaes, which was a speeshys of lofft oever a staebl. Thair was a lo plasterd seeling to a part of it; th rest was oepen, to th rij of th tield roof, and thair wer beems across. Hae and straw wer stord in that porshun of th plaes, fagots for fiering, and a heep of apls in sand. I had to pas thru that part, to get at th uther. Mi memory is sercumstanshal and unshaken. I tri it with thees deetaels, and I see them all, in this mi sel in th Bastille, neer th cloez of th tenth yeer of mi captivity, as I saw them all that niet.

   "On sum hae on th ground, with a cuushun throen under his hed, lae a hansum pezant boi -- a boi of not mor than seventeen at th moest. He lae on his bak, with his teeth set, his riet hand clencht on his brest, and his glairing ies luuking straet upward. I cuud not see wherr his woond was, as I neeld on wun nee oever him; but, I cuud see that he was dieing of a woond frum a sharp point.

   "'I am a doctor, mi pur felo,' sed I. 'let me examin it.'

   "'I do not wont it examind,' he anserd; 'let it be.'

   "It was under his hand, and I soothd him to let me moov his hand awae. Th woond was a sord-thrust, reseevd frum twenty to twenty- foer ours befor, but no skil cuud hav saevd him if it had bin luukt to without delae. He was then dieing fast. As I ternd mi ies to th elder bruther, I saw him luuking doun at this hansum boi hoos lief was ebing out, as if he wer a woonded berd, or hair, or rabit; not at all as if he wer a felo-creecher.

   "'how has this bin dun, monsieur?' sed I.

   "'A craezd yung comon daug! A serf! Forst mi bruther to draw upon him, and has fallen bi mi brother's sord -- liek a jentlman.'

   "Thair was no tuch of pity, sorro, or kindred huemanity, in this anser. Th speeker seemd to aknolej that it was inconveenyunt to hav that diferent order of creecher dieing thair, and that it wuud hav


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bin beter if he had died in th uezhual obscuer rooteen of his vermin kiend. He was qiet incaepabl of eny compashunet feeling about th boi, or about his faet.

   "Th boy's ies had sloely moovd to him as he had spoeken, and thae now sloely moovd to me.

   "'doctor, thae ar verry proud, thees Noebls; but we comon daugs ar proud too, sumtiems. Thae plunder us, outraej us, beet us, kil us; but we hav a litl pried left, sumtiems. She -- hav U seen her, Doctor?'

   "Th shrieks and th cries wer audibl thair, tho subdued bi th distans. He referd to them, as if she wer lieing in our prezens.

   "I sed, 'I hav seen her.'

   "'she is mi sister, Doctor. Thae hav had thair shaemful riets, thees Noebls, in th modesty and verchoo of our sisters, meny yeers, but we hav had guud gerls amung us. I noe it, and hav herd mi faather sae so. She was a guud gerl. She was betroethd to a guud yung man, too: a tenant of his. We wer all tenants of his -- that man's hoo stands thair. Th uther is his bruther, th werst of a bad raes.'

   "It was with th graetest dificulty that th boi gatherd bodily fors to speek; but, his spirit spoek with a dredful emfasis.

   "'we wer so robd bi that man hoo stands thair, as an we comon daugs ar bi thoes supeerior Beings -- taxt bi him without mersy, obliejd to werk for him without pae, obliejd to griend our com at his mil, obliejd to feed scors of his taem berds on our reched crops, and forbiden for our lievs to keep a singgl taem berd of our oen, pilejd and plunderd to that degree that when we chanst to hav a bit of meet, we aet it in feer, with th dor bard and th shuters cloezd, that his peepl shuud not see it and taek it frum us -- I sae, we wer so robd, and hunted, and wer maed so pur, that our faather toeld us it was a dredful thing to bring a chield into th werld, and that whut we shuud moest prae for, was, that our wimen miet be barren and our mizerabl raes die out!'

   "I had never befor seen th sens of being oprest, bersting forth liek a fier. I had supoezd that it must be laetent in th peepl sumwherr; but, I had never seen it braek out, until I saw it in th dieing boi.

   "'nevertheless, Doctor, mi sister marryd. He was aeling at that tiem, pur felo, and she marryd her luver, that she miet tend and cumfort him in our cotej -- our daug-hut, as that man wuud call it. She had not bin marryd meny weeks, when that man's bruther saw her and admierd her, and askt that man to lend her to him -- for whut ar huzbands amung us! He was wiling enuf, but mi sister was guud and verchuos,


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and haeted his bruther with a haetred as strong as mien. Whut did th too then, to perswaed her huzband to uez his inflooens with her, to maek her wiling?'

   "Th boy's ies, which had bin fixt on mien, sloely ternd to th looker-on, and I saw in th too faeses that all he sed was troo. Th too opoezing kiends of pried confrunting wun anuther, I can see, eeven in this Bastille; th gentleman's, all neglijent indiferens; th pezants, all trodden-doun sentiment, and pashunet revenj.

   "'you noe, Doctor, that it is amung th Riets of thees Noebls to harnes us comon daugs to carts, and driev us. Thae so harnest him and droev him. U noe that it is amung thair Riets to keep us in thair grounds all niet, quieting th frogs, in order that thair noebl sleep mae not be disterbd. Thae kept him out in th unhoelsum mists at niet, and orderd him bak into his harnes in th dae. But he was not perswaeded. No! Taeken out of harnes wun dae at noon, to feed -- if he cuud fiend food -- he sobd twelv tiems, wuns for evry stroek of th bel, and died on her buuzom.'

   "Nuthing hueman cuud hav held lief in th boi but his determinaeshun to tel all his rong. He forst bak th gathering shadoes of deth, as he forst his clencht riet hand to remaen clencht, and to cuver his woond.

   "'then, with that man's permishun and eeven with his aed, his bruther tuuk her awae; in spiet of whut I noe she must hav toeld his bruther -- and whut that is, wil not be long unnoen to U, Doctor, if it is now -- his bruther tuuk her awae -- for his plezher and diverzhun, for a litl whiel. I saw her pas me on th roed. When I tuuk th tiedings hoem, our father's hart berst; he never spoek wun of th werds that fiend it. I tuuk mi yung sister (for I hav anuther) to a plaes beyond th reech of this man, and wherr, at leest, she wil never be his vasal. Then, I trakt th bruther heer, and last niet cliemd in -- a comon daug, but sord in hand. -- Wherr is th lofft windo? It was sumwherr heer?'

   "Th room was darkening to his siet; th werld was narroeing around him. I glanst about me, and saw that th hae and straw wer trampld oever th flor, as if thair had bin a strugl.

   "'she herd me, and ran in. I toeld her not to cum neer us til he was ded. He caem in and ferst tosst me sum peeses of muny; then struk at me with a whip. But I, tho a comon daug, so struk at him as to maek him draw. Let him braek into as meny peeses as he wil, th sord


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that he staend with mi comon blud; he droo to defend himself -- thrust at me with all his skil for his lief.'

   "Mi glans had fallen, but a fue moements befor, on th fragments of a broeken sord, lieing amung th hae. That wepon was a gentleman's. In anuther plaes, lae an oeld sord that seemd to hav bin a soldier's.

   "'now, lift me up, Doctor; lift me up. Wherr is he?'

   "'he is not heer,' I sed, suporting th boi, and thinking that he referd to th bruther.

   "'he! Proud as thees noebls ar, he is afraed to see me. Wherr is th man hoo was heer? tern mi faes to him.'

   "I did so, raezing th boy's hed agenst mi nee. But, invested for th moement with extraordinairy power, he raezd himself compleetly: obliejing me to riez too, or I cuud not hav stil suported him.

   "'marquis,' sed th boi, ternd to him with his ies oepend wied, and his riet hand raezd, 'in th daes when all thees things ar to be anserd for, I sumon U and yurs, to th last of yur bad raes, to anser for them. I mark this cross of blud upon U, as a sien that I do it. In th daes when all thees things ar to be anserd for, I sumon yur bruther, th werst of th bad raes, to anser for them separetly. I mark this cross of blud upon him, as a sien that I do it.'

   "Twies, he puut his hand to th woond in his brest, and with his forfingger droo a cross in th air. He stuud for an instant with th fingger yet raezd, and as it dropt, he dropt with it, and I laed him doun ded. * * * *

   "When I reternd to th bedsied of th yung wuuman, I found her raeving in presiesly th saem order of continueity. I nue that this miet last for meny ours, and that it wuud probably end in th sielens of th graev.

   "I repeeted th medisins I had given her, and I sat at th sied of th bed until th niet was far advanst. She never abaeted th peersing qolity of her shrieks, never stumbld in th distinctness or th order of her werds. Thae wer allwaes 'my huzband, mi faather, and mi bruther! Wun, too, three, foer, fiev, six, seven, aet, nien, ten, eleven, twelv. Hush!'

   "This lasted twenty-six ours frum th tiem when I ferst saw her. I had cum and gon twies, and was agen siting bi her, when she began to fallter. I did whut litl cuud be dun to asist that oportuenity, and bi-and-bi she sank into a letharjy, and lae lie th ded.

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storm. I releest her arms, and calld th wuuman to asist me to compoes her figuer and th dres she had tom. It was then that I nue her condishun to be that of wun in hoom th ferst expectaeshuns of being a muther hav arizen; and it was then that I lost th litl hoep I had had of her.

   "'is she ded?' askt th Marqis, hoom I wil stil descrieb as th elder bruther, cuming booted into th room frum his hors.

   "'not ded,' sed I; 'but Re to die.'

   "'what strength thair is in thees comon bodys!' he sed, luuking doun at her with sum cueriosity.

   "'there is prodijus strength,' I anserd him, 'in sorro and despair.'

   "He ferst laft at mi werds, and then fround at them. He moovd a chair with his fuut neer to mien, orderd th wuuman awae, and sed in a subdued vois,

   "'doctor, fiending mi bruther in this dificulty with thees hinds, I recomended that yur aed shuud be invieted. Yur repuetaeshun is hi, and, as a yung man with yur forchun to maek, U ar probably miendful of yur interest. Th things that U see heer, ar things to be seen, and not spoeken of.'

   "I lisend to th patient's breething, and avoided ansering.

   "'do U onor me with yur atenshun, Doctor?'

   "'monsieur,' sed I, 'in mi profeshun, th comuenicaeshuns of paeshents ar allwaes reseevd in confidens.' I was garded in mi anser, for I was trubld in mi miend with whut I had herd and seen.

   "Her breething was so dificult to traes, that I cairfuly tried th puls and th hart. Thair was lief, and no mor. Luuking round as I rezoomd mi seet, I found boeth th bruthers intent upon me. * * * *

   "I riet with so much dificulty, th coeld is so seveer, I am so feerful of being detected and consiend to an underground sel and toetal darknes, that I must abrij this narrativ. Thair is no confuezhun or faeluer in mi memory; it can recall, and cuud deetael, evry werd that was ever spoeken between me and thoes bruthers.

   "She linggerd for a week. Tords th last, I cuud understand sum fue silabls that she sed to me, bi plaesing mi eer cloes to her lips. She askt me wherr she was, and I toeld her; hoo I was, and I toeld her. It was in vaen that I askt her for her family naem. She faently shuuk her hed upon th pilo, and kept her seecret, as th boi had dun.

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bruthers she was sinking fast, and cuud not liv anuther dae. Until then, tho no wun was ever prezented to her conshusnes saev th wuuman and mieself, wun or uther of them had allwaes jelusly sat behiend th curten at th hed of th bed when I was thair. But when it caem to that, thae seemd cairles whut comuenicaeshun I miet hoeld with her; as if -- th thaut past thru mi miend -- I wer dieing too.

   "I allwaes obzervd that thair pried biterly rezented th yungger brother's (as I call him) having crosst sords with a pezant, and that pezant a boi. Th oenly consideraeshun that apeerd to afect th miend of eether of them was th consideraeshun that this was hiely degraeding to th family, and was ridicuelus. As offen as I caut th yungger brother's ies, thair expreshun remiended me that he disliekt me deeply, for noeing whut I nue frum th boi. He was smoother and mor poliet to me than th elder; but I saw this. I allso saw that I was an incumbrance in th miend of th elder, too.

   "Mi paeshent died, too ours befor midniet -- at a tiem, bi mi woch, ansering allmoest to th minit when I had ferst seen her. I was aloen with her, when her forlorn yung hed droopt jently on wun sied, and all her erthly rongs and sorroes ended.

   "Th bruthers wer waeting in a room doun-stairs, impaeshent to ried awae. I had herd them, aloen at th bedsied, strieking thair boots with thair rieding-whips, and loitering up and doun.

   "'at last she is ded?' sed th elder, when I went in.

   "'she is ded,' sed I.

   "'I congrachulaet U, mi bruther,' wer his werds as he ternd round.

   "He had befor offerd me muny, which I had poestpoend taeking. He now gaev me a roolo of goeld. I tuuk it frum his hand, but laed it on th taebl. I had considerd th qeschun, and had rezolvd to acsept nuthing.

   "'pray excues me,' sed I. 'under th sercumstanses, no.'

   "Thae exchaenjd luuks, but bent thair heds to me as I bent mien to them, and we parted without anuther werd on eether sied. * * * *

   "I am weery, weery, weery-worn doun bi mizery. I cannot reed whut I hav riten with this gaunt hand.

   "Erly in th morning, th roolo of goeld was left at mi dor in a litl box, with mi naem on th outsied. Frum th ferst, I had ankshusly considerd whut I aut to do. I desieded, that dae, to riet prievetly to th Minister, staeting th naecher of th too caeses to which I had bin sumond, and th plaes to which I had gon: in efect, staeting all th


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sercumstanses. I nue whut Cort inflooens was, and whut th immunities of th Noebls wer, and I expected that th mater wuud never be herd of; but, I wisht to releev mi oen miend. I had kept th mater a profound seecret, eeven frum mi wief; and this, too, I rezolvd to staet in mi leter. I had no aprehenshun whutever of mi reeal daenjer; but I was conshus that thair miet be daenjer for uthers, if uthers wer compromiezd bi pozesing th nolej that I pozest.

   "I was much engaejd that dae, and cuud not compleet mi leter that niet. I roez long befor mi uezhual tiem next morning to finish it. It was th last dae of th yeer. Th leter was lieing befor me just compleeted, when I was toeld that a laedy waeted, hoo wisht to see me. * * * *

   "I am groeing mor and mor uneeqal to th task I hav set mieself. It is so coeld, so dark, mi senses ar so benumbed, and th gloom upon me is so dredful.

   "Th laedy was yung, engaejing, and hansum, but not markt for long lief. She was in graet ajitaeshun. She prezented herself to me as th wief of th Marqis St. Evrémonde. I conected th tietl bi which th boi had adrest th elder bruther, with th inishal leter embroiderd on th scarf, and had no dificulty in arieving at th concloozhun that I had seen that noeblman verry laetly.

   "Mi memory is stil acueret, but I cannot riet th werds of our conversaeshun. I suspect that I am wocht mor cloesly than I was, and I noe not at whut tiems I mae be wocht. She had in part suspected, and in part discuverd, th maen facts of th crooel story, of her husband's shair in it, and mi being rezorted to. She did not noe that th gerl was ded. Her hoep had bin, she sed in graet distres, to sho her, in seecret, a woman's simpathy. Her hoep had bin to avert th rath of Heven frum a Hous that had long bin haetful to th sufering meny.

   "She had reezons for beleeving that thair was a yung sister living, and her graetest dezier was, to help that sister. I cuud tel her nuthing but that thair was such a sister; beyond that, I nue nuthing. Her induesment to cum to me, relieing on mi confidens, had bin th hoep that I cuud tel her th naem and plaes of aboed. Wherras, to this reched our I am ignorant of boeth. * * * *

   "Thees scraps of paeper fael me. Wun was taeken frum me, with a worning, yesterdae. I must finish mi record to-dae.

   "She was a guud, compashunet laedy, and not hapy in her marrej. How cuud she be! Th bruther distrusted and disliekt her, and his inflooens was all opoezd to her; she stuud in dred of him, and in dred


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of her huzband too. When I handed her doun to th dor, thair was a chield, a prity boi frum too to three yeers oeld, in her carrej.

   "'for his saek, Doctor,' she sed, pointing to him in teers, 'I wuud do all I can to maek whut pur amends I can. He wil never prosper in his inherritans utherwiez. I hav a presentiment that if no uther inosent atoenment is maed for this, it wil wun dae be reqierd of him. Whut I hav left to call mi oen -- it is litl beyond th werth of a fue jooels -- I wil maek it th ferst charj of his lief to bestoe, with th compashun and lamenting of his ded muther, on this injerd family, if th sister can be discuverd.'

   "She kist th boi, and sed, caresing him, 'it is for thien oen deer saek. Thow wilt be faethful, litl Charles?' Th chield anserd her braevly, 'yes!' I kist her hand, and she tuuk him in her arms, and went awae caresing him. I never saw her mor.

   "As she had menshund her husband's naem in th faeth that I nue it, I aded no menshun of it to mi leter. I seeld mi leter, and, not trusting it out of mi oen hands, deliverd it mieself that dae.

   "That niet, th last niet of th yeer, tords nien o'clok, a man in a blak dres rang at mi gaet, demanded to see me, and sofftly foloed mi servant, Ernest Defarge, a yooth, up-stairs. When mi servant caem into th room wherr I sat with mi wief -- O mi wief, beluved of mi hart! Mi fair yung English wief! -- we saw th man, hoo was supoezd to be at th gaet, standing sielent behiend him.

   "An erjent caes in th Roo St. Honore, he sed. It wuud not detaen me, he had a coech in waeting.

   "It braut me heer, it braut me to mi graev. When I was cleer of th hous, a blak mufler was drawn tietly oever mi mouth frum behiend, and mi arms wer pinyond. Th too bruthers crosst th roed frum a dark corner, and iedentified me with a singgl jescher. Th Marqis tuuk frum his poket th leter I had riten, shoed it me, bernt it in th liet of a lantern that was held, and extinggwisht th ashes with his fuut. Not a werd was spoeken. I was braut heer, I was braut to mi living graev.

   "If it had pleezd GOD to puut it in th hard hart of eether of th bruthers, in all thees frietful yeers, to grant me eny tiedings of mi deerest wief -- so much as to let me noe bi a werd whether aliev or ded -- I miet hav thaut that He had not qiet abandond them. But, now I beleev that th mark of th red cross is faetal to them, and that thae hav no part in His mercies. And them and thair desendants, to th last of


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thair raes, I, Alexandre Manette, unhapy prizoner, do this last niet of th yeer 1767, in mi unbairabl agony, denouns to th tiems when all thees things shal be anserd for. I denouns them to Heven and to erth."

   A terribl sound aroez when th reeding of this docuement was dun. A sound of craeving and eegernes that had nuthing articuelet in it but blud. Th narrativ calld up th moest revenjful pashuns of th tiem, and thair was not a hed in th naeshun but must hav dropt befor it.

   Litl need, in prezens of that tribuenal and that auditory, to sho how th Defarges had not maed th paeper public, with th uther capcherd Bastille memorials born in proseshun, and had kept it, biding thair tiem. Litl need to sho that this detested family naem had long bin anathematised bi Saent Antoine, and was raut into th faetal rejister. Th man never trod ground hoos verchoos and servises wuud hav sustaend him in that plaes that dae, agenst such denunsiaeshun.

   And all th wers for th doomd man, that th denouncer was a wel-noen sitizen, his oen atacht frend, th faather of his wief. Wun of th frenzyd aspiraeshuns of th popuelis was, for imitaeshuns of th qeschunabl public verchoos of antiqity, and for sacrifieses and self-immolations on th people's alltar. Thairfor when th Prezident sed (els had his oen hed qiverd on his shoelders), that th guud fizishan of th Republic wuud dezerv beter stil of th Republic bi rooting out an obnokshus family of Aristocrats, and wuud doutles feel a saecred glo and joi in maeking his dauter a wido and her chield an orfan, thair was wield exsietment, paetriotic fervour, not a tuch of hueman simpathy.

   "Much inflooens around him, has that Doctor?" mermerd Madame Defarge, smieling to Th Vengeance. "Saev him now, mi Doctor, saev him I "

   At evry juryman's voet, thair was a ror. Anuther and anuther. Ror and ror.

   Uenanimusly voeted. At hart and bi desent an Aristocrat, an enemy of th Republic, a noetorius opresor of th Peepl. Bak to th Conciergerie, and Deth within foer-and-twenty ours!


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   TH RECHED WIEF of th inosent man thus doomd to die, fel under th sentens, as if she had bin mortaly striken. But, she uterd no sound; and so strong was th vois within her, reprezenting that it was she of all th werld hoo must uphoeld him in his mizery and not augment it, that it qikly raezd her, eeven frum that shok.

   Th Jujes having to taek part in a public demonstraeshun out of dors, th Tribuenal ajernd. Th qik noiz and moovment of th court's emptying itself bi meny pasejes had not seest, when Lucie stuud streching out her arms tords her huzband, with nuthing in her faes but luv and consolaeshun.

   "If I miet tuch him! If I miet embraes him wuns! O, guud sitizens, if U wuud hav so much compashun for us!"

   Thair was but a gaoler left, along with too of th foer men hoo had taeken him last niet, and Barsad. Th peepl had all pord out to th sho in th streets. Barsad propoezd to th rest, "Let her embraes him then; it is but a moement." It was sielently aqyest in, and thae past her oever th seets in th hall to a raezd plaes, wherr he, bi leening oever th dok, cuud foeld her in his arms.

   "Fairwel, deer darling of mi soel. Mi parting blesing on mi luv. We shal meet agen, wherr th weery ar at rest!"

   Thae wer her husband's werds, as he held her to his buuzom.

   "I can bair it, deer Charles. I am suported frum abuv: don't sufer for me. A parting blesing for our chad."

   "I send it to her bi U. I kis her bi U. I sae fairwel to her bi U."


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   "Mi huzband. No! A moement!" He was tairing himself apart frum her. "We shal not be separaeted long. I feel that this wil braek mi hart bi-and-bi; but I wil do mi duety whiel I can, and when I leev her, God wil raez up frends for her, as He did for me."

   Her faather had foloed her, and wuud hav fallen on his nees to boeth of them, but that Darnay puut out a hand and seezd him, crieing:

   "No, no! Whut hav U dun, whut hav U dun, that U shuud neel to us! We noe now, whut a strugl U maed of oeld. We noe, now whut U underwent when U suspected mi desent, and when U nue it. We noe now, th nacheral antipathy U stroev agenst, and conkerd, for her deer saek. We thank U with all our harts, and all our luv and duety. Heven be with U!"

   Her father's oenly anser was to draw his hands thru his whiet hair, and ring them with a shreek of anggwish.

   "It cuud not be utherwiez," sed th prizoner. "All things hav werkt together as thae hav fallen out. it was th allwaes-vaen endevor to discharj mi pur mother's trust that ferst braut mi faetal prezens neer U. Guud cuud never cum of such eevil, a hapyer end was not in naecher to so unhapy a begining. Be cumforted, and forgiv me. Heven bles U!"

   As he was drawn awae, his wief releest him, and stuud luuking after him with her hands tuching wun anuther in th atitued of prair, and with a raediant luuk upon her faes, in which thair was eeven a cumforting smiel. As he went out at th prisoners' dor, she ternd, laed her hed luvingly on her father's brest, tried to speek to him, and fel at his feet.

   Then, ishooing frum th obscuer corner frum which he had never moovd, Sydney Carton caem and tuuk her up. Oenly her faather and Mr. Lory wer with her. His arm trembld as it raezd her, and suported her hed. Yet, thair was an air about him that was not all of pity -- that had a flush of pried in it.

   "Shal I taek her to a coech? I shal never feel her waet."

   He carryd her lietly to th dor, and laed her tenderly doun in a coech. Her faather and thair oeld frend got into it, and he tuuk his seet besied th driever.

   When thae arievd at th gaetwae wherr he had pauzd in th dark not meny ours befor, to pikcher to himself on which of th ruf stoens of th street her feet had trodden, he lifted her agen, and carryd her up th staircaes to thair rooms. Thair, he laed her doun on a couch, wherr her chield and Mis Pross wept oever her.


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   "Don't recall her to herself," he sed, sofftly, to th later, "she is beter so. Don't reviev her to conshusnes, whiel she oenly faints."

   "O, Carton, Carton, deer Carton!" cried litl Lucie, springing up and throeing her arms pashunetly round him, in a berst of greef. "Now that U hav cum, I think U wil do sumthing to help maama, sumthing to saev paapa! O, luuk at her, deer Carton! Can U, of all th peepl hoo luv her, bair to see her so?"

   He bent oever th chield, and laed her blooming cheek agenst his faes. He puut her jently frum him, and luukt at her unconshus muther.

   "Befor I go," he sed, and pauzd -- "I mae kis her?"

   It was rememberd afterwards that when he bent doun and tucht her faes with his lips, he mermerd sum werds. Th chield, hoo was neerest to him, toeld them afterwards, and toeld her grandchildren when she was a hansum oeld laedy, that she herd him sae, "A lief U luv."

   When he had gon out into th next room, he ternd sudenly on Mr. Lory and her faather, hoo wer foloeing, and sed to th later:

   "U had graet inflooens but yesterdae, Doctor Manette; let it at leest be tried. Thees jujes, and all th men in power, ar verry frendly to U, and verry recognisant of yur servises; ar thae not?"

   "Nuthing conected with Charles was conseeld frum me. I had th stronggest ashuranses that I shuud saev him; and I did." He reternd th anser in graet trubl, and verry sloely.

   "Tri them agen. Th ours between this and to-morro afternoon ar fue and short, but tri."

   "I intend to tri. I wil not rest a moement."

   "That's wel. I hav noen such enerjy as yurs do graet things befor now -- tho never," he aded, with a smiel and a si together, "such graet things as this. But tri! Of litl werth as lief is when we misuez it, it is werth that efort. It wuud cost nuthing to lae doun if it wer not."

   "I wil go," sed Doctor Manette, "to th Prosecuetor and th Prezident straet, and I wil go to uthers hoom it is beter not to naem. I wil riet too, and -- But stae! Thair is a Selebraeshun in th streets, and no wun wil be acsesibl until dark."

   "That's troo. Wel! It is a forlorn hoep at th best, and not much th forlorner for being delaed til dark. I shuud liek to noe how U speed; tho, miend! I expect nuthing! When ar U liekly to hav seen thees dred powers, Doctor Manette?"

   "Imeedyetly after dark, I shuud hoep. Within an our or too frum this."


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   "It wil be dark soon after foer. Let us strech th our or too. If I go to Mr. Lorry's at nien, shal I heer whut U hav dun, eether frum our frend or frum yurself?"

   "Yes."

   "Mae U prosper!"

   Mr. Lory foloed Sydney to th outer dor, and, tuching him on th shoelder as he was going awae, cauzd him to tern.

   "I hav no hoep," sed Mr. Lory, in a lo and sorroeful whisper.

   "Nor hav I."

   "If eny wun of thees men, or all of thees men, wer dispoezd to spair him -- which is a larj supozishun; for whut is his lief, or eny man's to them! -- I dout if thae durst spair him after th demonstraeshun in th cort."

   "And so do I. I herd th fall of th ax in that sound."

   Mr. Lory leend his arm upon th dor-poest, and bowd his faes upon it.

   "Don't despond," sed Carton, verry jently; "don't greev. I encurejd Doctor Manette in this iedeea, becauz I felt that it miet wun dae be consolatory to her. Utherwiez, she miet think 'his lief was wontonly throen awae or waested,' and that miet trubl her."

   "Yes, yes, yes," reternd Mr. Lory, drieing his ies, "U ar riet. But he wil perrish; thair is no reeal hoep."

   "Yes. He wil perrish: thair is no reeal hoep," ekoed Carton. And waukt with a setld step, doun-stairs.


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   SYDNEY CARTON pauzd in th street, not qiet desieded wherr to go. "At Tellson's banking-hous at nien," he sed, with a muezing faes. "Shal I do wel, in th meen tiem, to sho mieself? I think so. It is best that thees peepl shuud noe thair is such a man as I heer; it is a sound precaushun, and mae be a nesesairy preparaeshun. But cair, cair, cair! Let me think it out!"

   Cheking his steps which had begun to tend tords an object, he tuuk a tern or too in th allredy darkening street, and traest th thaut in his miend to its posibl conseqenses. His ferst impreshun was confermd. "It is best," he sed, fienaly rezolvd, "that thees peepl shuud noe thair is such a man as I heer." And he ternd his faes tords Saent Antoine.

   Defarge had descriebd himself, that dae, as th keeper of a wien-shop in th Saent Antoine suberb. It was not dificult for wun hoo nue th sity wel, to fiend his hous without asking eny qeschun. Having asertaend its sichuaeshun, Carton caem out of thoes cloeser streets agen, and diend at a plaes of refreshment and fel sound asleep after diner. For th ferst tiem in meny yeers, he had no strong drink. Sinss last niet he had taeken nuthing but a litl liet thin wien, and last niet he had dropt th brandy sloely doun on Mr. Lorry's harth liek a man hoo had dun with it.

   It was as laet as seven o'clok when he awoek refresht, and went out into th streets agen. As he past along tords Saent Antoine, he stopt at a shop-windo wherr thair was a miror, and slietly allterd th disorderd araenjment of his loos cravat, and his coet-colar, and his wield hair. This dun, he went on direct to Defarge's, and went in.


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   Thair hapend to be no customer in th shop but Jacques Three, of th restles finggers and th croeking vois. This man, hoom he had seen upon th Jury, stuud drinking at th litl counter, in conversaeshun with th Defarges, man and wief. Th Vengeance asisted in th conversaeshun, liek a reguelar member of th establishment.

   As Carton waukt in, tuuk his seet and askt (in verry indiferent French) for a small mezher of wien, Madame Defarge cast a cairles glans at him, and then a keener, and then a keener, and then advanst to him herself, and askt him whut it was he had orderd.

   He repeeted whut he had allredy sed.

   "English?" askt Madame Defarge, inquisitively raezing her dark iebrows.

   After luuking at her, as if th sound of eeven a singgl French werd wer slo to expres itself to him, he anserd, in his former strong forin acsent. "Yes, madame, yes. I am English!"

   Madame Defarge reternd to her counter to get th wien, and, as he tuuk up a Jacobin jernal and faend to por oever it puzling out its meening, he herd her sae, "I swair to U, liek Evrémonde!"

   Defarge braut him th wien, and gaev him Guud Eevning.

   "How?"

   "Guud eevning."

   "O! Guud eevning, sitizen," filing his glas. "Aa! and guud wien. I drink to th Republic."

   Defarge went bak to th counter, and sed, "Sertenly, a litl liek." Madame sternly retorted, "I tel U a guud deel liek." Jacques Three pacifically remarkt, "He is so much in yur miend, see U, madame." Th aemiabl Vengeance aded, with a laf, "Yes, mi faeth! And U ar luuking forward with so much plezher to seeing him wuns mor to-morro!"

   Carton foloed th liens and werds of his paeper, with a slo forfingger, and with a stoodius and absorbd faes. Thae wer all leening thair arms on th counter cloes together, speeking lo. After a sielens of a fue moements, during which thae all luukt tords him without disterbing his outward atenshun frum th Jacobin editor, thae rezoomd thair conversaeshun.

   "It is troo whut madame ses," obzervd Jacques Three. "Whi stop? Thair is graet fors in that. Whi stop?"

   "Wel, wel," reezond Defarge, "but wun must stop sumwherr. After all, th qeschun is stil wherr?"

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   "Magnifisent!" croekt Jacques Three. Th Vengeance, allso, hiely aproovd.

   "Exterminaeshun is guud doctrin, mi wief," sed Defarge, rather trubld; "in jeneral, I sae nuthing agenst it. But this Doctor has suferd much; U hav seen him to-dae; U hav obzervd his faes when th paeper was reed."

   "I hav obzervd his faes!" repeeted madame, contempchuosly and anggrily. "Yes. I hav obzervd his faes. I hav obzervd his faes to be not th faes of a troo frend of th Republic. Let him taek cair of his f aes! "

   "And U hav obzervd, mi wief," sed Defarge, in a deprecatory maner, "th anggwish of his dauter, which must be a dredful anggwish to him!"

   "I hav obzervd his dauter," repeeted madame; "yes, I hav obzervd his dauter, mor tiems than wun. I hav obzervd her to-dae, and I hav obzervd her uther daes. I hav obzervd her in th cort, and I hav obzervd her in th street bi th prizon. Let me but lift mi fingger -- !" She seemd to raez it (th listener's ies wer allwaes on his paeper), and to let it fall with a ratl on th lej befor her, as if th ax had dropt.

   "Th citizeness is superb!" croekt th Juryman.

   "She is an Aenjel!" sed Th Vengeance, and embraest her.

   "As to thee," persood madame, implacably, adresing her huzband, "if it depended on thee -- which, hapily, it duz not -- thow wouldst rescue this man eeven now."

   "No!" proetested Defarge. "Not if to lift this glas wuud do it! But I wuud leev th mater thair. I sae, stop thair."

   "See U then, Jacques," sed Madame Defarge, wrathfully; "and see U, too, mi litl Vengeance; see U boeth! Lisen! For uther criems as tierants and opresors, I hav this raes a long tiem on mi rejister, doomd to destrucshun and exterminaeshun. Ask mi huzband, is that so."

   "It is so," asented Defarge, without being askt.

   "In th begining of th graet daes, when th Bastille falls, he fiends this paeper of to-dae, and he brings it hoem, and in th midl of th niet when this plaes is cleer and shut, we reed it, heer on this spot, bi th liet of this lamp. Ask him, is that so."

   "It is so," asented Defarge.

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thoes ieern bars, that I hav now a seecret to comuenicaet. Ask him, is that so."

   "It is so," asented Defarge agen.

   "I comuenicaet to him that seecret. I smite this buuzom with thees too hands as I smite it now, and I tel him, 'defarge, I was braut up amung th fishermen of th see-shor, and that pezant family so injerd bi th too Evrémonde bruthers, as that Bastille paeper descriebs, is mi family. Defarge, that sister of th mortaly woonded boi upon th ground was mi sister, that huzband was mi sister's huzband, that unborn chield was thair chield, that bruther was mi bruther, that faather was mi faather, thoes ded ar mi ded, and that sumons to anser for thoes things desends to me!' Ask him, is that so."

   "It is so," asented Defarge wuns mor.

   "Then tel Wind and Fier wherr to stop," reternd madame; "but don't tel me."

   Boeth her heerers derievd a horribl enjoiment frum th dedly naecher of her rath -- th lisener cuud feel how whiet she was, without seeing her -- and boeth hiely comended it. Defarge, a weak minority, interpoezd a fue werds for th memory of th compashunet wief of th Marqis; but oenly elisited frum his oen wief a repetishun of her last repli. "Tel th Wind and th Fier wherr to stop; not me!"

   Customers enterd, and th groop was broeken up. Th English customer paed for whut he had had, perplexedly counted his chaenj, and askt, as a straenjer, to be directed tords th Nashunal Palis. Madame Defarge tuuk him to th dor, and puut her arm on his, in pointing out th roed. Th English customer was not without his reflecshuns then, that it miet be a guud deed to seez that arm, lift it, and striek under it sharp and deep.

   But, he went his wae, and was soon swoloed up in th shado of th prizon waan. At th apointed our, he emerjd frum it to prezent himself in Mr. Lorry's room agen, wherr he found th oeld jentlman wauking to and fro in restles angzieity. He sed he had bin with Lucie until just now, and had oenly left her for a fue minits, to cum and keep his apointment. Her faather had not bin seen, sinss he quitted th banking-hous tords foer o'clok. She had sum faent hoeps that his meediaeshun miet saev Charles, but thae wer verry sliet. He had bin mor than fiev ours gon: wherr cuud he be?

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shuud go bak to her, and cum to th banking-hous agen at midniet. In th meenwhiel, Carton wuud waet aloen bi th fier for th Doctor.

   He waeted and waeted, and th clok struk twelv; but Doctor Manette did not cum bak. Mr. Lory reternd, and found no tiedings of him, and braut nun. Wherr cuud he be?

   Thae wer discusing this qeschun, and wer allmoest bilding up sum weak strukcher of hoep on his prolongd absens, when thae herd him on th stairs. Th instant he enterd th room, it was plaen that all was lost.

   Whether he had reealy bin to eny wun, or whether be had bin all that tiem traversing th streets, was never noen. As he stuud stairing at them, thae askt him no qeschun, for his faes toeld them evrything.

   "I cannot fiend it," sed he, "and I must hav it. Wherr is it?"

   His hed and throet wer bair, and, as he spoek with a helples luuk straying all around, he tuuk his coet off, and let it drop on th flor.

   "Wherr is mi bench? I hav bin luuking evrywhair for mi bench, and I can't fiend it. Whut hav thae dun with mi werk? Tiem preses: I must finish thoes shoos."

   Thae luukt at wun anuther, and thair harts died within them.

   "Cum, cum!" sed he, in a whimpering mizerabl wae; "let me get to werk. Giv me mi werk."

   Reseeving no anser, he tore his hair, and beet his feet upon th ground, liek a distracted chield.

   "Don't torcher a pur forlorn rech," he implord them, with a dredful cri; "but giv me mi werk! Whut is to becum of us, if thoes shoos ar not dun to-niet?"

   Lost, uterly lost!

   It was so cleerly beyond hoep to reezon with him, or tri to restor him, -- that -- as if bi agreement -- thae eech puut a hand upon his shoelder, and soothd him to sit doun befor th fier, with a promis that he shuud hav his werk prezently. He sank into th chair, and brooded oever th embers, and shed teers. As if all that had hapend sinss th garret tiem wer a moementairy fansy, or a dreem, Mr. Lory saw him shrink into th exact figuer that Defarge had had in keeping.

   Afected, and imprest with terror as thae boeth wer, bi this spectacl of rooin, it was not a tiem to yeeld to such emoeshuns. His loenly dauter, bereft of her fienal hoep and relieans, apeeld to them boeth too strongly.


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Agen, as if bi agreement, thae luukt at wun anuther with wun meening in thair faeses. Carton was th ferst to speek:

   "Th last chans is gon: it was not much. Yes; he had beter be taeken to her. But, befor U go, wil U, for a moement, stedily atend to me? Don't ask me whi I maek th stipulations I am going to maek, and exact th promis I am going to exact; I hav a reezon -- a guud wun."

   "I do not dout it," anserd Mr. Lory. "Sae on."

   Th figuer in th chair between them, was all th tiem monotonously roking itself to and fro, and moaning. Thae spoek in such a toen as thae wuud hav uezd if thae had bin woching bi a sik-bed in th niet.

   Carton stoopt to pik up th coet, which lae allmoest entangling his feet. As he did so, a small caes in which th Doctor was acustomd to carry th lists of his day's duetys, fen lietly on th flor. Carton tuuk it up, and thair was a foelded paeper in it. "We shuud luuk at this!" he sed. Mr. Lory noded his consent. He oepend it, and exclaemd, "Thank GOD!"

   "Whut is it?" askt Mr. Lory, eegerly.

   "A moement! Let me speek of it in its plaes. Ferst," he puut his hand in his coet, and tuuk anuther paeper frum it, "that is th sertifiket which enaebls me to pas out of this sity. Luuk at it. U see -- Sydney Carton, an Englishman?"

   Mr. Lory held it oepen in his hand, gaezing in his ernest faes.

   "Keep it for me until to-morro. I shal see him to-morro, U remember, and I had beter not taek it into th prizon."

   "Whi not?"

   "I don't noe; I prefer not to do so. Now, taek this paeper that Doctor Manette has carryd about him. It is a similar sertifiket, enaebling him and his dauter and her chield, at eny tiem, to pas th barryer and th frunteer! U see?"

   "Yes!"

   "Perhaps he obtaend it as his last and utmoest precaushun agenst eevil, yesterdae. When is it daeted? But no mater; don't stae to luuk; puut it up cairfuly with mien and yur oen. Now, obzerv! I never douted until within this our or too, that he had, or cuud hav such a paeper. It is guud, until recalld. But it mae be soon recalld, and, I hav reezon to think, wil be."

   "Thae ar not in daenjer?"

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Madame Defarge. I noe it frum her oen lips. I hav oeverherd werds of that woman's, to-niet, which hav prezented thair daenjer to me in strong colours. I hav lost no tiem, and sinss then, I hav seen th spi. He conferms me. He noes that a wuud-sawyer, living bi th prizon wall, is under th controel of th Defarges, and has bin reherst bi Madame Defarge as to his having seen Her" -- he never menshund Lucie's naem -- "maeking siens and signals to prizoners. It is eezy to forsee that th preetens wil be th comon wun, a prizon plot, and that it wil involv her lief -- and perhaps her child's -- and perhaps her father's -- for boeth hav bin seen with her at that plaes. Don't luuk so horrified. U wil saev them all."

   "Heven grant I mae, Carton! But how?"

   "I am going to tel U how. It wil depend on U, and it cuud depend on no beter man. This nue denunsiaeshun wil sertenly not taek plaes until after to-morro; probably not until too or three daes afterwards; mor probably a week afterwards. U noe it is a capital criem, to morn for, or sympathise with, a victim of th Giloteen. She and her faather wuud unqeschunably be gilty of this criem, and this wuuman (th inveteracy of hoos persoot cannot be descriebd) wuud waet to ad that strength to her caes, and maek herself dubly shur. U folo me?"

   "So atentivly, and with so much confidens in whut U sae, that for th moement I looz siet," tuching th bak of th Doctor's chair, eeven of this distres."

   "U hav muny, and can bi th meens of traveling to th see- coest as qikly as th jerny can be maed. Yur preparaeshuns hav bin compleeted for sum daes, to retern to England. Erly to-morro hav yur horses redy, so that thae mae be in starting trim at too o'clok in th afternoon."

   "It shal be dun!"

   His maner was so fervent and inspiering, that Mr. Lory caut th flaem, and was as qik as yooth.

   "U ar a noebl hart. Did I sae we cuud depend upon no beter man? Tel her, to-niet, whut U noe of her daenjer as involving her chield and her faather. Dwel upon that, for she wuud lae her oen fair hed besied her husband's cheerfuly." He fallterd for an instant; then went on as befor. "For th saek of her chield and her faather, pres upon her th nesesity of leeving Paris, with them and U, at that our. Tel her that it was her husband's last araenjment. Tel her that mor depends


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upon it than she dair beleev, or hoep. U think that her faather, eeven in this sad staet, wil submit himself to her; do U not?"

   "I am shur of it."

   "I thaut so. Qieetly and stedily hav all thees araenjments maed in th cort-yard heer, eeven to th taeking of yur oen seet in th carrej. Th moement I cum to U, taek me in, and driev awae."

   "I understand that I waet for U under all sercumstanses?"

   "U hav mi sertifiket in yur hand with th rest, U noe, and wil rezerv mi plaes. Waet for nuthing but to hav mi plaes ocuepied, and then for England!"

   "Whi, then," sed Mr. Lory, grasping his eeger but so ferm and stedy hand, "it duz not all depend on wun oeld man, but I shal hav a yung and ardent man at mi sied."

   "Bi th help of Heven U shal! Promis me solemly that nuthing wil inflooens U to allter th cors on which we now stand plejd to wun anuther."

   "Nuthing, Carton."

   "Remember thees werds to-morro: chaenj th cors, or delae in it -- for eny reezon -- and no lief can posibly be saevd, and meny lievs must inevitably be sacrifiest."

   "I wil remember them. I hoep to do mi part faethfuly."

   "And I hoep to do mien. Now, guud bi!"

   Tho he sed it with a graev smiel of ernestnes, and tho he eeven puut th oeld man's hand to his lips, he did not part frum him then. He helpt him so far to arouz th roking figuer befor th dieing embers, as to get a cloek and hat puut upon it, and to tempt it forth to fiend wherr th bench and werk wer hiden that it stil moaningly besought to hav. He waukt on th uther sied of it and protected it to th cort-yard of th hous wherr th aflicted hart -- so hapy in th memorabl tiem when he had reveeld his oen desolet hart to it -- out- wocht th auful niet. He enterd th cort-yard and remaend thair for a fue moements aloen, luuking up at th liet in th windo of her room. Befor he went awae, he breethd a blesing tords it, and a Fairwel.


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FIFTY-TOO

   IN TH BLAK PRIZON Of th Conciergerie, th doomd of th dae awaeted thair faet. Thae wer in number as th weeks of th yeer. Fifty- too wer to roel that afternoon on th lief-tied of th sity to th boundles everlasting see. Befor thair sels wer qit of them, nue ocuepants wer apointed; befor thair blud ran into th blud spild yesterdae, th blud that was to minggl with theirs to-morro was allredy set apart.

   Too scor and twelv wer toeld off. Frum th farmer-jeneral of seventy, hoos riches cuud not bi his lief, to th seemstres of twenty, hoos poverty and obscuerity cuud not saev her. Fizical dizeezes, enjenderd in th vieses and neglects of men, wil seez on victims of all degrees; and th frietful moral disorder, born of unspeekabl sufering, intolerabl opreshun, and hartles indiferens, smoet eeqaly without distinkshun.

   Charles Darnay, aloen in a sel, had sustaend himself with no flatering deloozhun sinss he caem to it frum th Tribuenal. In evry lien of th narrativ he had herd, he had herd his condemnaeshun. He had fuuly comprehended that no personal inflooens cuud posibly saev him, that he was verchualy sentenst bi th milyons, and that uenits cuud avael him nuthing.

   Nevertheles, it was not eezy, with th faes of his beluved wief fresh befor him, to compoes his miend to whut it must bair. His hoeld on lief was strong, and it was verry, verry hard, to loosen; bi grajual eforts and degrees unclosed a litl heer, it clencht th tieter thair; and when he braut his strength to bair on that hand and it yeelded, this was cloezd agen. Thair was a hery, too, in all his thauts, a terbuelent and heeted werking of his hart, that contended agenst rezignaeshun. If, for a moement,


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he did feel reziend, then his wief and chield hoo had to liv after him, seemd to protest and to maek it a selfish thing.

   But, all this was at ferst. Befor long, th consideraeshun that thair was no disgraes in th faet he must meet, and that numbers went th saem roed wrongfully, and trod it fermly evry dae, sprang up to stimuelaet him. Next foloed th thaut that much of th fuecher pees of miend enjoiabl bi th deer wuns, depended on his qieet fortitued. So, bi degrees he caamd into th beter staet, when he cuud raez his thauts much hieer, and draw cumfort doun.

   Befor it had set in dark on th niet of his condemnaeshun, he had traveld thus far on his last wae. Being alowd to perchas th meens of rieting, and a liet, he sat doun to riet until such tiem as th prizon lamps shuud be extinggwisht.

   He roet a long leter to Lucie, shoeing her that he had noen nuthing of her father's imprizonment, until he had herd of it frum herself, and that he had bin as ignorant as she of his father's and uncle's responsibility for that mizery, until th paeper had bin reed. He had allredy explaend to her that his conseelment frum herself of th naem he had relinqisht, was th wun condishun -- fuuly intelijibl now -- that her faather had atacht to thair betroethal, and was th wun promis he had stil exacted on th morning of thair marrej. He entreeted her, for her father's saek, never to seek to noe whether her faather had becum oblivius of th existens of th paeper, or had had it recalld to him (for th moement, or for guud), bi th story of th Tower, on that oeld Sunday under th deer oeld plaen-tree in th garden. If he had prezervd eny definit remembrans of it, thair cuud be no dout that he had supoezd it destroid with th Bastille, when he had found no menshun of it amung th relics of prizoners which th popuelis had discuverd thair, and which had bin descriebd to all th werld. He besought her -- tho he aded that he nue it was needles -- to consoel her faather, bi impresing him thru evry tender meens she cuud think of, with th trooth that he had dun nuthing for which he cuud justly reproech himself, but had ueniformly forgoten himself for thair joint sakes. Next to her prezervaeshun of his oen last graetful luv and blesing, and her oevercuming of her sorro, to devoet herself to thair deer chield, he adjured her, as thae wuud meet in Heven, to cumfort her faather.

   To her faather himself, he roet in th saem straen; but, he toeld her faather that he expresly confieded his wief and chield to his cair. And he toeld him this, verry strongly, with th hoep of rouzing him frum eny despondensy


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or daenjerus retrospect tords which he forsaw he miet be tending.

   To Mr. Lory, he comended them all, and explaend his werldly afairs. That dun, with meny aded sentenses of graetful frendship and worm atachment, all was dun. He never thaut of Carton. His miend was so fuul of th uthers, that he never wuns thaut of him.

   He had tiem to finish thees leters befor th liets wer puut out. When he lae doun on his straw bed, he thaut he had dun with this werld.

   But, it bekond him bak in his sleep, and shoed itself in shiening forms. Free and hapy, bak in th oeld hous in Soho (tho it had nuthing in it liek th reeal hous), unacountably releest and liet of hart, he was with Lucie agen, and she toeld him it was all a dreem, and he had never gon awae. A pauz of forgetfulnes, and then he had eeven suferd, and had cum bak to her, ded and at pees, and yet thair was no diferens in him. Anuther pauz of oblivion, and he awoek in th somber morning, unconshus wherr he was or whut had hapend, until it flasht upon his miend, "this is th dae of mi deth!"

   Thus, had he cum thru th ours, to th dae when th fifty-too heds wer to fall. And now, whiel he was compoezd, and hoept that he cuud meet th end with qieet herroeizm, a nue acshun began in his waeking thauts, which was verry dificult to master.

   He had never seen th instrument that was to terminaet his lief. How hi it was frum th ground, how meny steps it had, wherr he wuud be stuud, how he wuud be tucht, whether th tuching hands wuud be died red, which wae his faes wuud be ternd, whether he wuud be th ferst, or miet be th last: thees and meny similar qeschuns, in noewiez directed bi his wil, obtruded themselvs oever and oever agen, countles tiems. Neether wer thae conected with feer: he was conshus of no feer. Rather, thae orijinaeted in a straenj beseting dezier to noe whut to do when th tiem caem; a dezier jieganticaly disproporshunet to th fue swift moements to which it referd; a wundering that was mor liek th wundering of sum uther spirit within his, than his oen.

   Th ours went on as he waukt to and fro, and th cloks struk th numbers he wuud never heer agen. Nien gon for ever, ten gon for ever, eleven gon for ever, twelv cuming on to pas awae. After a hard contest with that ecsentric acshun of thaut which had last perplext him, he had got th beter of it. He waukt up and doun, sofftly repeeting thair naems to himself. Th werst of th strief was oever. He cuud wauk up and doun, free frum distracting fansys, praeing for himself and for them.


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   Twelv gon for ever.

   He had bin apprised that th fienal our was Three, and be nue he wuud be sumond sum tiem erlyer, inazmuch as th tumbrils jolted hevily and sloely thru th streets. Thairfor, he rezolvd to keep Too befor his miend, as th our, and so to strengthen himself in th interval that he miet be aebl, after that tiem, to strengthen uthers.

   Wauking reguelarly to and fro with his arms foelded on his brest, a verry diferent man frum th prizoner, hoo had waukt to and fro at Laa Fors, he herd Wun struk awae frum him, without serpriez. Th our had mezherd liek moest uther ours. Devoutly thankful to Heven for his recuverd self-pozeshun, he thaut, "Thair is but anuther now," and ternd to wauk agen.

   Fuutsteps in th stoen pasej outsied th dor. He stopt.

   Th kee was puut in th lok, and ternd. Befor th dor was oepend, or as it oepend, a man sed in a lo vois, in English: "He has never seen me heer; I hav kept out of his wae. Go U in aloen; I waet neer. Looz no tiem!"

   Th dor was qikly oepend and cloezd, and thair stuud befor him faes to faes, qieet, intent upon him, with th liet of a smiel on his feechers, and a caushunairy fingger on his lip, Sydney Carton.

   Thair was sumthing so briet and remarkabl in his luuk, that, for th ferst moement, th prizoner misdoubted him to be an aparishun of his oen imajining. But, he spoek, and it was his vois; he tuuk th prisoner's hand, and it was his reeal grasp.

   "Of all th peepl upon erth, U leest expected to see me?" be sed.

   "I cuud not beleev it to be U. I can scairsly beleev it now. U ar not" -- th aprehenshun caem sudenly into his miend -- "a prizoner?"

   "No. I am acsidentaly pozest of a power oever wun of th keepers heer, and in verchoo of it I stand befor U. I cum frum her -- yur wief, deer Darnay."

   Th prizoner wrung his hand.

   "I bring U a reqest frum her."

   "Whut is it?"

   "A moest ernest, presing, and emfatic entreety, adrest to U in th moest pathetic toens of th vois so deer to U, that U wel remember."

   Th prizoner ternd his faes partly asied.

   "U hav no tiem to ask me whi I bring it, or whut it meens; I hav no tiem to tel U. U must compli with it -- taek off thoes boots U wair, and draw on thees of mien."


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   Thair was a chair agenst th wall of th sel, behiend th prizoner. Carton, presing forward, had allredy, with th speed of lietning, got him doun into it, and stuud oever him, bairfuut.

   "Draw on thees boots of mien. Puut yur hands to them; puut yur wil to them. Qik!"

   "Carton, thair is no escaeping frum this plaes; it never can be dun. U wil oenly die with me. It is madnes."

   "It wuud be madnes if I askt U to escaep; but do I? When I ask U to pas out at that dor, tel me it is madnes and remaen heer. Chaenj that cravat for this of mien, that coet for this of mien. Whiel U do it, let me taek this ribon frum yur hair, and shaek out yur hair liek this of mien!"

   With wunderful qiknes, and with a strength boeth of wil and acshun, that apeerd qiet soopernacheral, he forst all thees chaenjes upon him. Th prizoner was liek a yung chield in his hands.

   "Carton! Deer Carton! It is madnes. It cannot be acomplisht, it never can be dun, it has bin atempted, and has allwaes faeld. I implor U not to ad yur deth to th biternes of mien."

   "Do I ask U, mi deer Darnay, to pas th dor? When I ask that, refuez. Thair ar pen and ink and paeper on this taebl. Is yur hand stedy enuf to riet?"

   "It was when U caem in."

   "Stedy it agen, and riet whut I shal dictaet. Qik, frend, qik!"

   Presing his hand to his bewilderd hed, Darnay sat doun at th taebl. Carton, with his riet hand in his brest, stuud cloes besied him.

   "Riet exactly as I speek."

   "To hoom do I adres it?"

   "To no wun." Carton stil had his hand in his brest.

   "Do I daet it?"

   "No."

   Th prizoner luukt up, at eech qeschun. Carton, standing oever him with his hand in his brest, luukt doun.

   "'if U remember,'" sed Carton, dictaeting, "'the werds that past between us, long ago, U wil redily comprehend this when U see it. U do remember them, I noe. It is not in yur naecher to forget them."'

   He was drawing his hand frum his brest; th prizoner chancing to luuk up in his heryd wunder as he roet, th hand stopt, cloezing upon sumthing.

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   "I hav. Is that a wepon in yur hand?"

   "No; I am not armd."

   "Whut is it in yur hand?"

   "U shal noe directly. Riet on; thair ar but a fue werds mor." He dictaeted agen. "'I am thankful that th tiem has cum, when I can proov them. That I do so is no subject for regret or greef."' As he sed thees werds with his ies fixt on th rieter, his hand sloely and sofftly moovd doun cloes to th writer's faes.

   Th pen dropt frum Darnay's finggers on th taebl, and he luukt about him vacantly.

   "Whut vapour is that?" he askt.

   "Vapour?"

   "Sumthing that crosst me?"

   "I am conshus of nuthing; thair can be nuthing heer. Taek up th pen and finish. Hery, hery!"

   As if his memory wer impaird, or his facultys disorderd, th prizoner maed an efort to raly his atenshun. As he luukt at Carton with clouded ies and with an allterd maner of breething, Carton -- his hand agen in his brest -- luukt stedily at him.

   "Hery, hery!"

   Th prizoner bent oever th paeper, wuns mor.

   "'if it had bin utherwiez;"' Carton's hand was agen watchfully and sofftly steeling doun; "'I never shuud hav uezd th longger oportuenity. If it had bin utherwiez;"' th hand was at th prisoner's faes; " 'I shuud but hav had so much th mor to anser for. ff it had bin utherwiez -- "' Carton luukt at th pen and saw it was traeling off into unintelijibl siens.

   Carton's hand moovd bak to his brest no mor. Th prizoner sprang up with a reproechful luuk, but Carton's hand was cloes and ferm at his nostrils, and Carton's left arm caut him round th waest. For a fue seconds he faently strugld with th man hoo had cum to lae doun his lief for him; but, within a minit or so, he was strecht insensible on th ground.

   Qikly, but with hands as troo to th perpos as his hart was, Carton drest himself in th cloeths th prizoner bad laed asied, coemd bak his hair, and tied it with th ribon th prizoner had worn. Then, he sofftly calld, "Enter thair! Cum in!" and th Spi prezented himself.

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th insensible figuer, puuting th paeper in th brest: "is yur hazard verry graet?"

   "Mr. Carton," th Spi anserd, with a timid snap of his finggers, "mi hazard is not that, in th thik of biznes heer, if U ar troo to th hoel of yur bargen."

   "Don't feer me. I wil be troo to th deth."

   "U must be, Mr. Carton, if th tael of fifty-too is to be riet. Being maed riet bi U in that dres, I shal hav no feer."

   "Hav no feer! I shal soon be out of th wae of harming U, and th rest wil soon be far frum heer, pleez God! Now, get asistans and taek me to th coech."

   "U?" sed th Spi nervusly.

   "Him, man, with hoom I hav exchaenjd. U go out at th gaet bi which U braut me in?"

   "Of cors."

   "I was weak and faent when U braut me in, and I am fainter now U taek me out. Th parting intervue has oeverpowerd me. Such a thing has hapend heer, offen, and too offen. Yur lief is in yur oen hands. Qik! Call asistans!"

   "U swair not to betrae me?" sed th trembling Spi, as he pauzd for a last moement.

   "Man, man!" reternd Carton, stamping his fuut; "hav I sworn bi no solem vow allredy, to go thru with this, that U waest th preshus moements now? Taek him yurself to th cort-yard U noe of, plaes him yurself in th carrej, sho him yurself to Mr. Lory, tel him yurself to giv him no restorativ but air, and to remember mi werds of last niet, and his promis of last niet, and driev awae!"

   Th Spi withdroo, and Carton seeted himself at th taebl, resting his forhed on his hands. Th Spi reternd imeedyetly, with too men.

   "How, then?" sed wun of them, contemplaeting th fallen figuer. "So aflicted to fiend that his frend has drawn a priez in th lotery of Sainte Giloteen?"

   "A guud paetriot," sed th uther, "cuud hardly hav bin mor aflicted if th Aristocrat had drawn a blank."

   Thae raezd th unconshus figuer, plaest it on a liter thae had braut to th dor, and bent to carry it awae.

   "Th tiem is short, Evrémonde," sed th Spi, in a worning vois.

   "I noe it wel," anserd Carton. "Be cairful of mi frend, I entreet U, and leev me."


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   "Cum, then, mi children," sed Barsad. "Lift him, and cum awae!"

   Th dor cloezd, and Carton was left aloen. Straening his powers of lisening to th utmoest, he lisend for eny sound that miet denoet suspishun or alarm. Thair was nun. Kees ternd, dors clasht, fuutsteps past along distant pasejes: no cri was raezd, or hery maed, that seemd unuezhual. Breething mor freely in a litl whiel, he sat doun at th taebl, and lisend agen until th clok struk Too.

   Sounds that he was not afraed of, for he divined thair meening, then began to be audibl. Several dors wer oepend in sucseshun, and fienaly his oen. A gaoler, with a list in his hand, luukt in, meerly saeing, "Folo me, Evrémonde!" and he foloed into a larj dark room, at a distans. It was a dark winter dae, and whut with th shadoes within, and whut with th shadoes without, he cuud but dimly disern th uthers hoo wer braut thair to hav thair arms bound. Sum wer standing; sum seeted. Sum wer lamenting, and in restles moeshun; but, thees wer fue. Th graet majority wer sielent and stil, luuking fixedly at th ground.

   As he stuud bi th wall in a dim corner, whiel sum of th fifty-too wer braut in after him, wun man stopt in pasing, to embraes him, as having a nolej of him. It thrild him with a graet dred of discuvery; but th man went on. A verry fue moements after that, a yung wuuman, with a sliet gerlish form, a sweet spair faes in which thair was no vestej of colour, and larj wiedly oepend paeshent ies, roez frum th seet wherr he had obzervd her siting, and caem to speek to him.

   "Sitizen Evrémonde," she sed, tuching him with her coeld hand. "I am a pur litl seemstres, hoo was with U in Laa Fors."

   He mermerd for anser: "Troo. I forget whut U wer acuezd of?"

   "Plots. Tho th just Heven noes that I am inosent of eny. Is it liekly? Hoo wuud think of ploting with a pur litl weak creecher liek me?"

   Th forlorn smiel with which she sed it, so tucht him, that teers started frum his ies.

   "I am not afraed to die, Sitizen Evrémonde, but I hav dun nuthing. I am not unwiling to die, if th Republic which is to do so much guud to us pur, wil profit bi mi deth; but I do not noe how that can be, Sitizen Evrémonde. Such a pur weak litl creecher!"

   As th last thing on erth that his hart was to worm and soffen to, it wormd and soffend to this pitiabl gerl.

   "I herd U wer releest, Sitizen Evrémonde. I hoept it was troo?"

   "It was. But, I was agen taeken and condemd."


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   "If I mae ried with U, Sitizen Evrémonde, wil U let me hoeld yur hand? I am not afraed, but I am litl and weak, and it wil giv me mor curej."

   As th paeshent ies wer lifted to his faes, he saw a suden dout in them, and then astonishment. He prest th werk-worn, hungger-worn yung finggers, and tucht his lips.

   "Ar U dieing for him?" she whisperd.

   "And his wief and chield. Hush! Yes."

   "O U wil let me hoeld yur braev hand, straenjer?"

   "Hush! Yes, mi pur sister; to th last."

   Th saem shadoes that ar falling on th prizon, ar falling, in that saem our of th erly afternoon, on th Barryer with th croud about it, when a coech going out of Paris drievs up to be examind.

   "Hoo goes heer? Hoom hav we within? Paepers!"

   Th paepers ar handed out, and reed.

   "Alexandre Manette. Fizishan. French. Which is he?"

   This is he; this helples, inarticulately murmuring, waandering oeld man pointed out.

   "Aparrently th Sitizen-Doctor is not in his riet miend? Th Revolooshun- feever wil hav bin too much for him?"

   Graetly too much for him.

   "Hah! Meny sufer with it. Lucie. His dauter. French. Which is she?"

   This is she.

   "Aparrently it must be. Lucie, th wief of Evrémonde; is it not?"

   It is.

   "Hah! Evrémonde has an asignaeshun elswherr. Lucie, her chield. English. This is she?"

   She and no uther.

   "Kis me, chield of Evrémonde. Now, thow hast kist a guud Republican; sumthing nue in thi family; remember it! Sydney Carton. Advocaet. English. Which is he?"

   He lies heer, in this corner of th carrej. He, too, is pointed out.

   "Aparrently th English advocaet is in a swoon?"

   It is hoept he wil recuver in th fresher air. It is reprezented that he is not in strong helth, and has separaeted sadly frum a frend hoo is under th displezher of th Republic.

   "Is that all? It is not a graet deel, that! Meny ar under th displezher


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of th Republic, and must luuk out at th litl windo. Jarvis Lory. Banker. English. Which is he?"

   "I am he. Nesesairily, being th last."

   It is Jarvis Lory hoo has replied to all th preevius qeschuns. It is Jarvis Lory hoo has alieted and stands with his hand on th coech dor, replieing to a groop of ofishals. Thae leezherly wauk round th carrej and leezherly mount th box, to luuk at whut litl lugej it carrys on th roof; th cuntry-peepl hanging about, pres neerer to th coech dors and greedily stair in; a litl chield, carryd bi its muther, has its short arm held out for it, that it mae tuch th wief of an aristocrat hoo has gon to th Giloteen.

   "Behoeld yur paepers, Jarvis Lory, countersigned."

   "Wun can depart, sitizen?"

   "Wun can depart. Forward, mi postilions! A guud jerny!"

   "I saloot U, sitizens. -- And th ferst daenjer past!"

   Thees ar agen th werds of Jarvis Lory, as he clasps his hands, and luuks upward. Thair is terror in th carrej, thair is weeping, thair is th hevy breething of th insensible traveler.

   "Ar we not going too sloely? Can thae not be induest to go faster?" asks Lucie, clinging to th oeld man.

   "It wuud seem liek fliet, mi darling. I must not erj them too much; it wuud rouz suspishun."

   "Luuk bak, luuk bak, and see if we ar persood!"

   "Th roed is cleer, mi deerest. So far, we ar not persood."

   Houses in toos and threes pas bi us, solitairy farms, rooinus bildings, di-werks, tanneries, and th liek, oepen cuntry, avenues of leafless trees. Th hard uneeven paevment is under us, th sofft deep mud is on eether sied. Sumtiems, we striek into th skerting mud, to avoid th stoens that clater us and shaek us; sumtiems, we stik in ruts and sloughs thair. Th agony of our impaeshens is then so graet, that in our wield alarm and hery we ar for geting out and runing -- hieding -- doing enything but stoping.

   Out of th oepen cuntry, in agen amung rooinus bildings, solitairy farms, di-werks, tanneries, and th liek, cotejes in toos and threes, avenues of leafless trees. Hav thees men deseevd us, and taeken us bak bi anuther roed? Is not this th saem plaes twies oever? Thank Heven, no. A vilej. Luuk bak, luuk bak, and see if we ar persood! Hush! th posting-hous.

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th litl street, bereft of horses, and with no lieklyhuud upon it of ever mooving agen; leezherly, th nue horses cum into vizibl existens, wun bi wun; leezherly, th nue postilions folo, suking and plaiting th lashes of thair whips; leezherly, th oeld postilions count thair muny, maek rong adishuns, and ariev at dissatisfied rezults. All th tiem, our overfraught harts ar beeting at a raet that wuud far outstrip th fastest galop of th fastest horses ever foaled.

   At length th nue postilions ar in thair sadls, and th oeld ar left behiend. We ar thru th vilej, up th hil, and doun th hil, and on th lo wautery grounds. Sudenly, th postilions exchaenj speech with animaeted jesticuelaeshun, and th horses ar puuld up, allmoest on thair haunches. We ar persood?

   "Ho! Within th carrej thair. Speek then!"

   "Whut is it?" asks Mr. Lory, luuking out at windo.

   "How meny did thae sae?"

   "I do not understand U."

   " -- At th last poest. How meny to th Giloteen to-dae?"

   "Fifty-too."

   "I sed so! A braev number! Mi felo-sitizen heer wuud hav it forty-too; ten mor heds ar werth having. Th Giloteen goes hansumly. I luv it. Hi forward. Hoop!"

   Th niet cums on dark. He moovs mor; he is begining to reviev, and to speek intelijibly; he thinks thae ar stil together; he asks him, bi his naem, whut he has in his hand. O pity us, kiend Heven, and help us! Luuk out, luuk out, and see if we ar persood.

   Th wind is rushing after us, and th clouds ar flieing after us, and th moon is plunjing after us, and th hoel wield niet is in persoot of us; but, so far, we ar persood bi nuthing els.


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TH NITING DUN

   IN THAT SAEM JUNKCHER of tiem when th Fifty-Too awaeted thair faet Madame Defarge held darkly ominus counsil with Th Vengeance and Jacques Three of th Revolooshunairy Jury. Not in th wien-shop did Madame Defarge confer with thees ministers, but in th shed of th wuud- sawyer, erst a mender of roeds. Th sawyer himself did not partisipaet in th conferens, but abided at a litl distans, liek an outer sateliet hoo was not to speek until reqierd, or to offer an opinyon until invieted.

   "But our Defarge," sed Jacques Three, "is undoutedly a guud Republican? Eh?"

   "Thair is no beter," th voluebl Vengeance proetested in her shril noets, "in France."

   "Pees, litl Vengeance," sed Madame Defarge, laeing her hand with a sliet froun on her lieutenant's lips, "heer me speek. Mi huzband, felo- sitizen, is a guud Republican and a boeld man; he has dezervd wel of th Republic, and pozeses its confidens. But mi huzband has his weekneses, and he is so weak as to relent tords this Doctor."

   "It is a graet pity," croekt Jacques Three, dubiously shaeking his hed, with his crooel finggers at his hunggry mouth; "it is not qiet liek a guud sitizen; it is a thing to regret."

   "See U," sed madame, "I cair nuthing for this Doctor, I. He mae wair his hed or looz it, for eny interest I hav in him; it is all wun to me. But, th Evrémonde peepl ar to be exterminated, and th wief and chield must folo th huzband and faather."

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ies and goelden hair thair, and thae luukt charming when Samson held them up." Oeger that he was, he spoek liek an epicuer.

   Madame Defarge cast doun her ies, and reflected a litl.

   "Th chield allso," obzervd Jacques Three, with a meditaetiv enjoiment of his werds, "has goelden hair and bloo ies. And we seldom hav a chield thair. It is a prity siet!"

   "In a werd," sed Madame Defarge, cuming out of her short abstracshun, "I cannot trust mi huzband in this mater. Not oenly do I feel, sinss last niet, that I dair not confied to him th deetaels of mi projects; but allso I feel that if I delae, thair is daenjer of his giving worning, and then thae miet escaep."

   "That must never be," croekt Jacques Three; "no wun must escaep. We hav not haf enuf as it is. We aut to hav six scor a dae."

   "In a werd," Madame Defarge went on, "mi huzband has not mi reezon for persooing this family to anieilaeshun, and I hav not his reezon for regarding this Doctor with eny sensibility. I must act for mieself, thairfor. Cum hither, litl sitizen."

   Th wuud-sawyer, hoo held her in th respect, and himself in th submishun, of mortal feer, advanst with his hand to his red cap.

   "Tuching thoes signals, litl sitizen," sed Madame Defarge, sternly, "that she maed to th prizoners; U ar redy to bair witnes to them this verry dae?"

   "Ay, ay, whi not!" cried th sawyer. "Evry dae, in all wethers, frum too to foer, allwaes signalling, sumtiems with th litl wun, sumtiems without. I noe whut I noe. I hav seen with mi ies."

   He maed all maner of jeschers whiel he spoek, as if in insidental imitaeshun of sum fue of th graet diversity of signals that he had never seen.

   "Cleerly plots," sed Jacques Three. "Transpairently!"

   "Thair is no dout of th Jury?" inqierd Madame Defarge, leting her ies tern to him with a gloomy smiel.

   "Reli upon th paetriotic Jury, deer citizeness. I anser for mi felo- Jurymen."

   "Now, let me see," sed Madame Defarge, pondering agen. "Yet wuns mor! Can I spair this Doctor to mi huzband? I hav no feeling eether wae. Can I spair him?"

   "He wuud count as wun hed," obzervd Jacques Three, in a lo vois. "We reealy hav not heds enuf; it wuud be a pity, I think."

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"I cannot speek of wun without th uther; and I must not be sielent, and trust th caes hoely to him, this litl sitizen heer. For, I am not a bad witnes."

   Th Vengeance and Jacques Three vied with eech uther in thair fervent proetestaeshuns that she was th moest admerabl and marvellous of witneses. Th litl sitizen, not to be outdone, declaird her to be a seleschal witnes.

   "He must taek his chans," sed Madame Defarge. "No, I cannot spair him! U ar engaejd at three o'clok; U ar going to see th bach of to-dae execueted. -- U?"

   Th qeschun was adrest to th wuud-sawyer, hoo herydly replied in th afermativ: seezing th ocaezhun to ad that he was th moest ardent of Republicans, and that he wuud be in efect th moest desolet of Republicans, if enything prevented him frum enjoiing th plezher of smoeking his afternoon piep in th contemplaeshun of th droel nashunal barber. He was so verry demonstrativ heerin, that he miet hav bin suspected (perhaps was, bi th dark ies that luukt contempchuosly at him out of Madame Defarge's hed) of having his small indivijual feers for his oen personal saefty, evry our in th dae.

   "I," sed madame, "am eeqaly engaejd at th saem plaes. After it is oever -- sae at aet to-niet -- cum U to me, in Saent Antoine, and we wil giv informaeshun agenst thees peepl at mi Secshun."

   Th wuud-sawyer sed he wuud be proud and flaterd to atend th citizeness. Th citizeness luuking at him, he becaem embarrast, evaeded her glans as a small daug wuud hav dun, retreeted amung his wuud, and hid his confuezhun oever th handl of his saw.

   Madame Defarge bekond th Juryman and Th Vengeance a litl neerer to th dor, and thair expounded her ferther vues to them thus:

   "She wil now be at hoem, awaeting th moement of his deth. She wil be morning and greeving. She wil be in a staet of miend to impeech th justis of th Republic. She wil be fuul of simpathy with its enemys. I wil go to her."

   "Whut an admerabl wuuman; whut an adorabl wuuman!" exclaemd Jacques Three, rapturously. "Aa, mi cherrisht!" cried Th Vengeance; and embraest her.

   "Taek U mi niting," sed Madame Defarge, plaesing it in her lieutenant's hands, "and hav it redy for me in mi uezhual seet. Keep me mi uezhual chair. Go U thair, straet, for thair wil probably be a graeter concors than uezhual, to-dae."


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   "I wilingly oebae th orders of mi Cheef," sed Th Vengeance with alacrity, and kising her cheek. "U wil not be laet?"

   "I shal be thair befor th comensment."

   "And befor th tumbrels ariev. Be shur U ar thair, mi soel," sed Th Vengeance, calling after her, for she had allredy ternd into th street, "befor th tumbrils ariev!"

   Madame Defarge slietly waevd her hand, to impli that she herd, and miet be relied upon to ariev in guud tiem, and so went thru th mud, and round th corner of th prizon wall. Th Vengeance and th Juryman, luuking after her as she waukt awae, wer hiely apreeshiaetiv of her fien figuer, and her superb moral endowments.

   Thair wer meny wimen at that tiem, upon hoom th tiem laed a dredfuly disfiguring hand; but, thair was not wun amung them mor to be dreded than this roothles wuuman, now taeking her wae along th streets. Of a strong and feerles carracter, of shrood sens and redynes, of graet determinaeshun, of that kiend of buety which not oenly seems to impart to its pozesor fermnes and animosity, but to striek into uthers an instinktiv recognishun of thoes qolitys; th trubld tiem wuud hav heevd her up, under eny sercumstanses. But, imbued frum her chieldhuud with a brooding sens of rong, and an inveteret haetred of a clas, oportuenity had developt her into a tiegres. She was absolootly without pity. If she had ever had th verchoo in her, it had qiet gon out of her.

   It was nuthing to her, that an inosent man was to die for th sins of his forfaathers; she saw, not him, but them. It was nuthing to her, that his wief was to be maed a wido and his dauter an orfan; that was insufishent punishment, becauz thae wer her nacheral enemys and her prae, and as such had no riet to liv. To apeel to her, was maed hoeples bi her having no sens of pity, eeven for herself. If she had bin laed lo in th streets, in eny of th meny encounters in which she had bin engaejd, she wuud not hav pityd herself; nor, if she had bin orderd to th ax to-morro, wuud she hav gon to it with eny soffter feeling than a feers dezier to chaenj plaeses with th man hoo sent heer thair.

   Such a hart Madame Defarge carryd under her ruf roeb. Cairlesly worn, it was a becuming roeb enuf, in a serten weerd wae, and her dark hair luukt rich under her cors red cap. Lieing hiden in her buuzom, was a loeded pistol. Lieing hiden at her waest, was a sharpend dager. Thus accoutred, and wauking with th confident tred of such a carracter, and with th supl freedom of a wuuman hoo had habichualy


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waukt in her gerlhuud, bair-fuut and bair-legd, on th broun see- sand, Madame Defarge tuuk her wae along th streets.

   Now, when th jerny of th traveling coech, at that verry moement waeting for th compleeshun of its loed, had bin pland out last niet, th dificulty of taeking Mis Pross in it had much engaejd Mr. Lorry's atenshun. It was not meerly dezierabl to avoid oeverloeding th coech, but it was of th hieest importans that th tiem ocuepied in examining it and its pasenjers, shuud be reduest to th utmoest; sinss thair escaep miet depend on th saeving of oenly a fue seconds heer and thair. Fienaly, he had propoezd, after ankshus consideraeshun, that Mis Pross and Jerry, hoo wer at liberty to leev th sity, shuud leev it at three o'clok in th lietest-wheeld convaeans noen to that peeriod. Unencumbered with lugej, thae wuud soon oevertaek th coech, and, pasing it and preseeding it on th roed, wuud order its horses in advans, and graetly fasilitaet its progres during th preshus ours of th niet, when delae was th moest to be dreded.

   Seeing in this araenjment th hoep of rendering reeal servis in that presing emerjensy, Mis Pross haeld it with joi. She and Jerry had beheld th coech start, had noen hoo it was that Solomon braut, had past sum ten minits in torchers of suspens, and wer now conclooding thair araenjments to folo th coech, eeven as Madame Defarge, taeking her wae thru th streets, now droo neerer and neerer to th els-dezerted lojing in which thae held thair consultaeshun.

   "Now whut do U think, Mr. Cruncher," sed Mis Pross, hoos ajitaeshun was so graet that she cuud hardly speek, or stand, or moov, or liv: "whut do U think of our not starting frum this cort-yard? Anuther carrej having allredy gon frum heer to-dae, it miet awaeken suspishun."

   "Mi opinyon, mis," reternd Mr. Cruncher, "is as U'r riet. Liekwiez wot I'l stand bi U, riet or rong."

   "I am so distracted with feer and hoep for our preshus creechers," sed Mis Pross, wieldly crieing, "that I am incaepabl of forming eny plan. Ar U caepabl of forming eny plan, mi deer guud Mr. Cruncher?"

   "Respectin' a fuecher speer o' lief, mis," reternd Mr. Cruncher, "I hoep so. Respectin' eny prezent ues o' this heer blesed oeld hed o' miend, I think not. Wuud U do me th faevor, mis, to taek noetis o' too promises and wows wot it is mi wishes fer to record in this heer criesis?"

   "O, for graeshus saek!" cried Mis Pross, stil wieldly crieing, "record them at wuns, and get them out of th wae, liek an exselent man."


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   "Ferst," sed Mr. Cruncher, hoo was all in a trembl, and hoo spoek with an ashy and solem vizej, "them pur things wel out o' this, never no mor wil I do it, never no mor!"

   "I am qiet shur, Mr. Cruncher," reternd Mis Pross, "that U never wil do it agen, whutever it is, and I beg U not to think it nesesairy to menshun mor particuelarly whut it is."

   "No, mis," reternd Jerry, "it shal not be naemd to U. Second: them pur things wel out o' this, and never no mor wil I interfeer with Mrs. Cruncher's floping, never no mor!"

   "Whutever houskeeping araenjment that mae be," sed Mis Pross, strieving to dri her ies and compoes herself, "I hav no dout it is best that Mrs. Cruncher shuud hav it entierly under her oen superintendence. -- O mi pur darlings!"

   "I go so far as to sae, mis, moroever," proseeded Mr. Cruncher, with a moest alarming tendensy to hoeld forth as frum a puulpit -- "and let mi werds be tuuk doun and tuuk to Mrs. Cruncher thru yurself -- that wot mi opinyons respectin' floping has undergon a chaenj, and that wot I oenly hoep with all mi hart as Mrs. Cruncher mae be a floping at th prezent tiem."

   "Thair, thair, thair! I hoep she is, mi deer man," cried th distracted Mis Pross, "and I hoep she fiends it ansering her expectaeshuns."

   "Forbid it," proseeded Mr. Cruncher, with adishunal solemnity, adishunal sloenes, and adishunal tendensy to hoeld forth and hoeld out, "as enything wot I hav ever sed or dun shuud be wisited on mi ernest wishes for them pur creeturs now! Forbid it as we shuudn't all flop (if it was enywaes conwenient) to get 'em out o' this heer dizmal risk! Forbid it, mis! Wot I sae, for-BID it!" This was Mr. Cruncher's concloozhun after a proetracted but vaen endevor to fiend a beter wun.

   And stil Madame Defarge, persooing her wae along th streets, caem neerer and neerer.

   "If we ever get bak to our naetiv land," sed Mis Pross, "U mae reli upon mi teling Mrs. Cruncher as much as I mae be aebl to remember and understand of whut U hav so impresivly sed; and at all events U mae be shur that I shal bair witnes to yur being theroely in ernest at this dredful tiem. Now, prae let us think! Mi esteemd Mr. Cruncher, let us think!"

   Stil, Madame Defarge, persooing her wae along th streets, caem neerer and neerer.

   "If U wer to go befor," sed Mis Pross, "and stop th veeicl and


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horses frum cuming heer, and wer to waet sumwherr for me; wuudn't that be best?"

   Mr. Cruncher thaut it miet be best.

   "Wherr cuud U waet for me?" askt Mis Pross.

   Mr. Cruncher was so bewilderd that he cuud think of no loecality but Templ Bar. Alas! Templ Bar was hundreds of miels awae, and Madame Defarge was drawing verry neer indeed.

   "Bi th catheedral dor," sed Mis Pross. "Wuud it be much out of th wae, to taek me in, neer th graet catheedral dor between th too towers?"

   "No, mis," anserd Mr. Cruncher.

   "Then, liek th best of men," sed Mis Pross, "go to th posting-hous straet, and maek that chaenj."

   "I am doutful," sed Mr. Cruncher, hezitaeting and shaeking his hed, "about leeving of U, U see. We don't noe whut mae hapen."

   "Heven noes we don't," reternd Mis Pross, "but hav no feer for me. Taek me in at th catheedral, at Three o'clok, or as neer it as U can, and I am shur it wil be beter than our going frum heer. I feel serten of it. Thair! Bles U, Mr. Cruncher! Think -- not of me, but of th lievs that mae depend on boeth of us!"

   This exordium, and Mis Pross's too hands in qiet agonised entreety clasping his, desieded Mr. Cruncher. With an encurejing nod or too, he imeedyetly went out to allter th araenjments, and left her bi herself to folo as she had propoezd.

   Th having orijinaeted a precaushun which was allredy in cors of execueshun, was a graet releef to Mis Pross. Th nesesity of compoezing her apeerans so that it shuud atract no speshal noetis in th streets, was anuther releef. She luukt at her woch, and it was twenty minits past too. She had no tiem to looz, but must get redy at wuns.

   Afraed, in her extreem perturbation, of th loenlynes of th dezerted rooms, and of haf-imajind faeses peeping frum behiend evry oepen dor in them, Mis Pross got a baesin of coeld wauter and began laving her ies, which wer swoelen and red. Haunted bi her feeverish aprehenshuns, she cuud not bair to hav her siet obscuerd for a minit at a tiem bi th driping wauter, but constantly pauzd and luukt round to see that thair was no wun woching her. In wun of thoes pauzes she recoild and cried out, for she saw a figuer standing in th room.

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of Madame Defarge. Bi straenj stem waes, and thru much staening blud, thoes feet had cum to meet that wauter.

   Madame Defarge luukt coeldly at her, and sed, "Th wief of Evrémonde; wherr is she?"

   It flasht upon Mis Pross's miend that th dors wer all standing oepen, and wuud sugjest th fliet. Her ferst act was to shut them. Thair wer foer in th room, and she shut them all. She then plaest herself befor th dor of th chaember which Lucie had ocuepied.

   Madame Defarge's dark ies foloed her thru this rapid moovment, and rested on her when it was finisht. Mis Pross had nuthing buetyful about her; yeers had not taemd th wieldnes, or soffend th grimnes, of her apeerans; but, she too was a determind wuuman in her diferent wae, and she mezherd Madame Defarge with her ies, evry inch.

   "U miet, frum yur apeerans, be th wief of Lucifer," sed Mis Pross, in her breething. "Nevertheles, U shal not get th beter of me. I am an Englishwoman."

   Madame Defarge luukt at her scornfuly, but stil with sumthing of Mis Pross's oen persepshun that thae too wer at bae. She saw a tiet, hard, wiery wuuman befor her, as Mr. Lory had seen in th saem figuer a wuuman with a strong hand, in th yeers gon bi. She nue fuul wel that Mis Pross was th family's devoeted frend; Mis Pross nue fuul wel that Madame Defarge was th family's malevolent enemy.

   "On mi wae yonder," sed Madame Defarge, with a sliet moovment of her hand tords th faetal spot, "wherr thae rezerv mi chair and mi niting for me, I am cum to maek mi compliments to her in pasing. I wish to see her."

   "I noe that yur intenshuns ar eevil," sed Mis Pross, "and U mae depend upon it, I'l hoeld mi oen agenst them."

   Eech spoek in her oen langgwej; neether understuud th other's werds; boeth wer verry wochful, and intent to dedues frum luuk and maner, whut th unintelijibl werds ment.

   "It wil do her no guud to keep herself conseeld frum me at this moement," sed Madame Defarge. "Guud paetriots wil noe whut that meens. Let me see her. Go tel her that I wish to see her. Do U heer?"

   "If thoes ies of yurs wer bed-winches," reternd Mis Pross, "and I was an English foer-poester, thae shuudn't loos a splinter of me. No, U wiked forin wuuman; I am yur mach."

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deetael; but, she so far understuud them as to perseev that she was set at naut.

   "Wuuman imbisil and pig-liek!" sed Madame Defarge, frouning. "I taek no anser frum U. I demand to see her. Eether tel her that I demand to see her, or stand out of th wae of th dor and let me go to her!" This, with an anggry explanatory waev of her riet arm.

   "I litl thaut," sed Mis Pross, "that I shuud ever wont to understand yur nonsensical langgwej; but I wuud giv all I hav, exsept th cloeths I wair, to noe whether U suspect th trooth, or eny part of it."

   Neether of them for a singgl moement releest th other's ies. Madame Defarge had not moovd frum th spot wherr she stuud when Mis Pross ferst becaem awair of her; but, she now advanst wun step.

   "I am a Briton," sed Mis Pross, "I am desperet. I don't cair an English Twopence for mieself. I noe that th longger I keep U heer, th graeter hoep thair is for mi Ladybird. I'l not leev a handful of that dark hair upon yur hed, if U lae a fingger on me!"

   Thus Mis Pross, with a shaek of her hed and a flash of her ies between evry rapid sentens, and evry rapid sentens a hoel breth. Thus Mis Pross, hoo had never struk a blo in her lief.

   But, her curej was of that emoeshunal naecher that it braut th irrepresibl teers into her ies. This was a curej that Madame Defarge so litl comprehended as to mistaek for weeknes. "Haa, haa!" she laft, "U pur rech! Whut ar U werth! I adres mieself to that Doctor." Then she raezd her vois and calld out, "Sitizen Doctor! Wief of Evrémonde! Chield of Evrémonde! Eny person but this mizerabl fool, anser th Citizeness Defarge!"

   Perhaps th foloeing sielens, perhaps sum laetent discloezher in th expreshun of Mis Pross's faes, perhaps a suden misgiving apart frum eether sugjeschun, whisperd to Madame Defarge that thae wer gon. Three of th dors she oepend swiftly, and luukt in.

   "Thoes rooms ar all in disorder, thair has bin heryd paking, thair ar ods and ends upon th ground. Thair is no wun in that room behiend U! Let me luuk."

   "Never!" sed Mis Pross, hoo understuud th reqest as perfectly as Madame Defarge understuud th anser.

   "If thae ar not in that room, thae ar gon, and can be persood and braut bak," sed Madame Defarge to herself.

   "As long as U don't noe whether thae ar in that room or not, U ar unsertan whut to do," sed Mis Pross to herself; "and U shal not


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noe that, if I can prevent yur noeing it; and noe that, or not noe that, U shal not leev heer whiel I can hoeld U."

   "I hav bin in th streets frum th ferst, nuthing has stopt me, I wil tair U to peeses, but I wil hav U frum that dor," sed Madame Defarge.

   "We ar aloen at th top of a hi hous in a solitairy cort-yard, we ar not liekly to be herd, and I prae for bodily strength to keep U heer, whiel evry minit U ar heer is werth a hundred thouzand guineas to mi darling," sed Mis Pross.

   Madame Defarge maed at th dor. Mis Pross, on th instinkt of th moement, seezd her round th waest in boeth her arms, and held her tiet. It was in vaen for Madame Defarge to strugl and to striek; Mis Pross, with th vigorus tenasity of luv, allwaes so much strongger than haet, claspt her tiet, and eeven lifted her frum th flor in th strugl that thae had. Th too hands of Madame Defarge bufeted and tore her faes; but, Mis Pross, with her hed doun, held her round th waest, and clung to her with mor than th hoeld of a drouning wuuman.

   Soon, Madame Defarge's hands seest to striek, and felt at her ensercld waest. "It is under mi arm," sed Mis Pross, in smutherd toens, "U shal not draw it. I am strongger than U, I bles Heven for it. I hoeld U til wun or uther of us faints or dies!"

   Madame Defarge's hands wer at her buuzom. Mis Pross luukt up, saw whut it was, struk at it, struk out a flash and a crash, and stuud aloen -- bliended with smoek.

   All this was in a second. As th smoek cleerd, leeving an auful stilnes, it past out on th air, liek th soel of th fuerius wuuman hoos body lae liefles on th ground.

   In th ferst friet and horror of her sichuaeshun, Mis Pross past th body as far frum it as she cuud, and ran doun th stairs to call for frootles help. Hapily, she bethaut herself of th conseqenses of whut she did, in tiem to chek herself and go bak. It was dredful to go in at th dor agen; but, she did go in, and eeven went neer it, to get th bonet and uther things that she must wair. Thees she puut on, out on th staircaes, ferst shuting and loking th dor and taeking awae th kee. She then sat doun on th stairs a fue moements to breeth and to cri, and then got up and heryd awae.

   Bi guud forchun she had a vael on her bonet, or she cuud hardly hav gon along th streets without being stopt. Bi guud forchun, too, she was nacheraly so pecuelyar in apeerans as not to sho disfiguerment


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liek eny uther wuuman. She needed boeth advantejes, for th marks of grieping finggers wer deep in her faes, and her hair was tom, and her dres (haestily compoezd with unstedy hands) was clucht and dragd a hundred waes.

   In crossing th brij, she dropt th dor kee in th river. Arieving at th catheedral sum fue minits befor her escort, and waeting thair, she thaut, whut if th kee wer allredy taeken in a net, whut if it wer iedentified, whut if th dor wer oepend and th remaens discuverd, whut if she wer stopt at th gaet, sent to prizon, and charjd with merder! In th midst of thees flutering thauts, th escort apeerd, tuuk her in, and tuuk her awae.

   "Is thair eny noiz in th streets?" she askt him.

   "Th uezhual noizes," Mr. Cruncher replied; and luukt serpriezd bi th qeschun and bi her aspect.

   "I don't heer U," sed Mis Pross. "Whut do U sae?"

   It was in vaen for Mr. Cruncher to repeet whut he sed; Mis Pross cuud not heer him. "So I'l nod mi hed," thaut Mr. Cruncher, amaezd, "at all events she'l see that." And she did.

   "Is thair eny noiz in th streets now?" askt Mis Pross agen, prezently.

   Agen Mr. Cruncher noded his hed.

   "I don't heer it."

   "Gon def in an our?" sed Mr. Cruncher, roominaeting, with his miend much disterbd; "wot's cum to her?"

   "I feel," sed Mis Pross, "as if thair had bin a flash and a crash, and that crash was th last thing I shuud ever heer in this lief."

   "Blest if she ain't in a qeer condishun!" sed Mr. Cruncher, mor and mor disterbd. "Wot can she hav bin a takin', to keep her curej up? Hark! Thair's th roel of them dredful carts! U can heer that, mis?"

   "I can heer," sed Mis Pross, seeing that he spoek to her, "nuthing. O, mi guud man, thair was ferst a graet crash, and then a graet stilnes, and that stilnes seems to be fixt and unchaenjabl, never to be broeken eny mor as long as mi lief lasts."

   "If she don't heer th roel of thoes dredful carts, now verry ni thair journey's end," sed Mr. Cruncher, glansing oever his shoelder, "it's mi opinyon that indeed she never wil heer enything els in this werld."

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TH FUUTSTEPS DIE OUT FOR EVER

   ALONG TH PARIS STREETS, th deth-carts rumbl, holo and harsh. Six tumbrils carry th day's wien to Laa Giloteen. All th devouring and insaeshiaet Monsters imajind sinss imajinaeshun cuud record itself, ar fuezd in th wun realisation, Giloteen. And yet thair is not in France, with its rich varieety of soil and cliemet, a blaed, a leef, a root, a sprig, a pepercorn, which wil gro to maturity under condishuns mor serten than thoes that hav produest this horror. Crush huemanity out of shaep wuns mor, under similar hamers, and it wil twist itself into th saem torcherd forms. Soe th saem seed of rapaeshus liesens and opreshun oever agen, and it wil shurly yeeld th saem froot acording to its kiend.

   Six tumbrils roel along th streets. Chaenj thees bak agen to whut thae wer, thow powerful enchanter, Tiem, and thae shal be seen to be th carrejes of absoloot monarchs, th equipages of fuedal noebls, th toilettes of flairing Jezebels, th cherches that ar not mi father's hous but dens of theevs, th huts of milyons of starving pezants! No; th graet majishan hoo majesticaly werks out th apointed order of th Creaetor, never reverses his transformations. "If thow be chaenjd into this shaep bi th wil of God," sae th seeers to th enchanted, in th wiez Arabian storys, "then remaen so! But, if thow wair this form thru meer pasing conjuration, then rezoom thi former aspect!" Chaenjles and hoeples, th tumbrels roel along.

   As th somber wheels of th six carts go round, thae seem to plough up a long cruuked fero amung th popuelis in th streets. Rijes of faeses ar throen to this sied and to that, and th ploughs go stedily


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onward. So uezd ar th reguelar inhabitants of th houses to th spectacl, that in meny windoes thair ar no peepl, and in sum th ocuepaeshun of th hands is not so much as suspended, whiel th ies servae th faeses in th tumbrels. Heer and thair, th inmaet has vizitors to see th siet; then he points his fingger, with sumthing of th complaesensy of a cueraetor or authorised expoenent, to this cart and to this, and seems to tel hoo sat heer yesterdae, and hoo thair th dae befor.

   Of th rieders in th tumbrels, sum obzerv thees things, and all things on thair last roedsied, with an impasiv stair; uthers, with a linggering interest in th waes of lief and men. Sum, seeted with drooping heds, ar sunk in sielent despair; agen, thair ar sum so heedful of thair luuks that thae cast upon th multitued such glanses as thae hav seen in theatres, and in pikchers. Several cloez thair ies, and think, or tri to get thair straying thauts together. Oenly wun, and he a mizerabl creecher, of a craezd aspect, is so shaterd and maed drunk bi horror, that he sings, and tries to dans. Not wun of th hoel number apeels bi luuk or jescher, to th pity of th peepl.

   Thair is a gard of sundry horsmen rieding abrest of th tumbrels, and faeses ar offen ternd up to sum of them, and thae ar askt sum qeschun. It wuud seem to be allwaes th saem qeschun, for, it is allwaes foloed bi a pres of peepl tords th therd cart. Th horsmen abrest of that cart, freeqently point out wun man in it with thair sords. Th leeding cueriosity is, to noe which is he; he stands at th bak of th tumbrel with his hed bent doun, to convers with a meer gerl hoo sits on th sied of th cart, and hoelds his hand. He has no cueriosity or cair for th seen about him, and allwaes speeks to th gerl. Heer and thair in th long street of St. Honore, cries ar raezd agenst him. If thae moov him at all, it is oenly to a qieet smiel, as he shaeks his hair a litl mor loosly about his faes. He cannot eezily tuch his faes, his arms being bound.

   On th steps of a cherch, awaeting th cuming-up of th tumbrels, stands th Spi and prizon-sheep. He luuks into th ferst of them: not thair. He luuks into th second: not thair. He allredy asks himself, "Has he sacrifiest me?" when his faes cleers, as he luuks into th therd.

   "Which is Evrémonde?" ses a man behiend him.

   "That. At th bak thair."

   "With his hand in th girl's?"

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   Th man cries, "Doun, Evrémonde! To th Giloteen all aristocrats! Doun, Evrémonde!"

   "Hush, hush!" th Spi entreets him, timidly.

   "And whi not, sitizen?"

   "He is going to pae th forfit: it wil be paed in fiev minits mor. Let him be at pees."

   But th man continueing to exclaem, "Doun, Evrémonde!" th faes of Evrémonde is for a moement ternd tords him. Evrémonde then sees th Spi, and luuks atentivly at him, and goes his wae.

   Th cloks ar on th stroek of three, and th fero ploughed amung th popuelis is terning round, to cum on into th plaes of execueshun, and end. Th rijes throen to this sied and to that, now crumbl in and cloes behiend th last plough as it pases on, for all ar foloeing to th Giloteen. In frunt of it, seeted in chairs, as in a garden of public diverzhun, ar a number of wimen, bizily niting. On wun of th formoest chairs, stands Th Vengeance, luuking about for her frend.

   "Therese!" she cries, in her shril toens. "Hoo has seen her? Therese Defarge!"

   "She never mist befor," ses a niting-wuuman of th sisterhood.

   "No; nor wil she mis now," cries Th Vengeance, petulantly. "Therese."

   "Louder," th wuuman recomends.

   Ay! Louder, Vengeance, much louder, and stil she wil scairsly heer thee. Louder yet, Vengeance, with a litl oeth or so aded, and yet it wil hardly bring her. Send uther wimen up and doun to seek her, linggering sumwherr; and yet, alltho th mesenjers hav dun dred deeds, it is qeschunabl whether of thair oen wils thae wil go far enuf to fiend her!

   "Bad Forchun!" cries Th Vengeance, stamping her fuut in th chair, "and heer ar th tumbrils! And Evrémonde wil be despacht in a wink, and she not heer! See her niting in mi hand, and her empty chair redy for her. I cri with vexaeshun and disapointment!"

   As Th Vengeance desends frum her elevaeshun to do it, th tumbrels begin to discharj thair loeds. Th ministers of Sainte Giloteen ar roebd and redy. Crash! -- A hed is held up, and th niting-wimen hoo scairsly lifted thair ies to luuk at it a moement ago when it cuud think and speek, count Wun.

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    -- And th niting-wimen, never falltering or pauzing in thair Werk, count Too.

   Th supoezd Evrémonde desends, and th seemstres is lifted out next after him. He has not relinqisht her paeshent hand in geting out, but stil hoelds it as he promist. He jently plaeses her with her bak to th crashing enjin that constantly whirrs up and falls, and she luuks into his faes and thanks him.

   "But for U, deer straenjer, I shuud not be so compoezd, for I am nacheraly a pur litl thing, faent of hart; nor shuud I hav bin aebl to raez mi thauts to Him hoo was puut to deth, that we miet hav hoep and cumfort heer to-dae. I think U wer sent to me bi Heven."

   "Or U to me," ses Sydney Carton. "Keep yur ies upon me, deer chield, and miend no uther object."

   "I miend nuthing whiel I hoeld yur hand. I shal miend nuthing when I let it go, if thae ar rapid."

   "Thae wil be rapid. Feer not!"

   Th too stand in th fast-thining throng of victims, but thae speek as if thae wer aloen. Ie to ie, vois to vois, hand to hand, hart to hart, thees too children of th Ueniversal Muther, els so wied apart and difering, hav cum together on th dark hiewae, to repair hoem together, and to rest in her buuzom.

   "Braev and jenerus frend, wil U let me ask U wun last qeschun? I am verry ignorant, and it trubls me -- just a litl."

   "Tel me whut it is."

   "I hav a cuzin, an oenly relativ and an orfan, liek mieself, hoom I luv verry deerly. She is fiev yeers yungger than I, and she lievs in a farmer's hous in th south cuntry. Poverty parted us, and she noes nuthing of mi faet -- for I cannot riet -- and if I cuud, how shuud I tel her! It is beter as it is."

   "Yes, yes: beter as it is."

   "Whut I hav bin thinking as we caem along, and whut I am stil thinking now, as I luuk into yur kiend strong faes which givs me so much suport, is this: -- If th Republic reealy duz guud to th pur, and thae cum to be les hunggry, and in all waes to sufer les, she mae liv a long tiem: she mae eeven liv to be oeld."

   "Whut then, mi jentl sister?"

   "Do U think:" th uncomplaining ies in which thair is so much endurans, fil with teers, and th lips part a litl mor and trembl:


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"that it wil seem long to me, whiel I waet for her in th beter land wherr I trust boeth U and I wil be mersyfuly shelterd?"

   "It cannot be, mi chield; thair is no Tiem thair, and no trubl thair."

   "U cumfort me so much! I am so ignorant. Am I to kis U now? Is th moement cum?"

   "Yes."

   She kises his lips; he kises hers; thae solemly bles eech uther. Th spair hand duz not trembl as he releeses it; nuthing wers than a sweet, briet constansy is in th paeshent faes. She goes next befor him -- is gon; th niting-wimen count Twenty-Too.

   "I am th Rezerecshun and th Lief, seth th Lord: he that beleeveth in me, tho he wer ded, yet shal he liv: and hoo-so-ever liveth and beleeveth in me shal never die."

   Th murmuring of meny voises, th upterning of meny faeses, th presing on of meny fuutsteps in th outskerts of th croud, so that it swels forward in a mas, liek wun graet heev of wauter, all flashes awae. Twenty-Three.

   Thae sed of him, about th sity that niet, that it was th peacefullest man's faes ever beheld thair. Meny aded that he luukt subliem and profetic.

   Wun of th moest remarkabl suferers bi th saem ax -- a wuuman -- had askt at th fuut of th saem scafold, not long befor, to be alowd to riet doun th thauts that wer inspiering her. If he had given eny uterans to his, and thae wer profetic, thae wuud hav bin thees:

   "I see Barsad, and Cly, Defarge, Th Vengeance, th Juryman, th Juj, long ranks of th nue opresors hoo hav rizen on th destrucshun of th oeld, perrishing bi this retributive instrument, befor it shal sees out of its prezent ues. I see a buetyful sity and a brilyant peepl riezing frum this abis, and, in thair strugls to be trooly free, in thair trieumfs and defeets, thru tong long yeers to cum, I see th eevil of this tiem and of th preevius tiem of which this is th nacheral berth, grajualy maeking expiaeshun for itself and wairing out.

   "I see th lievs for which I lae doun mi lief, peesful, uesful, prosperus and hapy, in that England which I shal see no mor. I see Her with a chield upon her buuzom, hoo bairs mi naem. I see her faather, aejed and bent, but utherwiez restord, and faethful to all men in his heeling offis, and at pees. I see th guud oeld man, so long thair frend,


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in ten years' tiem enriching them with all he has, and pasing tranquilly to his reword.

   "I see that I hoeld a sankchuairy in thair harts, and in th harts of thair desendants, jeneraeshuns hens. I see her, an oeld wuuman, weeping for me on th aniversary of this dae. I see her and her huzband, thair cors dun, lieing sied bi sied in thair last erthly bed, and I noe that eech was not mor onord and held saecred in th other's soel, than I was in th soels of boeth.

   "I see that chield hoo lae upon her buuzom and hoo bor mi naem, a man wining his wae up in that path of lief which wuns was mien. I see him wining it so wel, that mi naem is maed ilustrius thair bi th liet of his. I see th blots I throo upon it, faeded awae. I see him, formoest of just jujes and onord men, bringing a boi of mi naem, with a forhed that I noe and goelden hair, to this plaes -- then fair to luuk upon, with not a traes of this day's disfiguerment -- and I heer him tel th chield mi story, with a tender and a falltering vois.

   "It is a far, far beter thing that I do, than I hav ever dun; it is a far, far beter rest that I go to than I hav ever noen."



TH END.